Poetic Justice
A Poem by
Samantha ~virginpoet
Words have haunted me since birth Gave breath to my name Have devoured me Drove me insane Have forsaken me In the drought of my inspiration they wish me to explain I could not I bleed black ink on virgin pages With a hand wielding a sword much sharper than the tongue and much smaller than a gun Yet cyanide when consumed Did warriors ever cut their own hearts out when trying to enter that of another But To live without words weaves the thin blue symmetrical lines into the threads of a noose Which would crush my throat until my guts finally come spilling out Yet my dying breath would pass a sentence from lung to lip With a single soul purpose My epitaph To live by the sword means that you shall die by the sword would that not serve poetic justice By Samantha Pruitt
© 2014 Samantha ~virginpoet
Reviews
I really love the ending to this. Nice one :)
Posted 10 Years Ago
Strong words that any writer or poet can easily relate to .. I would ask you to consider thinking about the first word of each line, does it conjure up any imagery or is it just a filler ? Consider all the extra words used that may detract from the meaning and essence of the poem - do you need them?
Posted 10 Years Ago
Strong words that any writer or poet can easily relate to .. I would ask you to consider thinking about the first word of each line, does it conjure up any imagery or is it just a filler ? Consider all the extra words used that may detract from the meaning and essence of the poem - do you need them?
dam such condemnation in this powerful write watch me bleed is it my pain that you need
Posted 10 Years Ago
dam such condemnation in this powerful write watch me bleed is it my pain that you need
Poets and authors are too often their own worst critics as I know I am mine.
The imagey and flow of this piece speaks volumes of the subject but also the writer.
"To live without words weaves the thin blue symmetrical lines into the threads of a noose"
These three lines say it all - we write to feel again, to forget the pain, to suffer another day in the hopes if a brighter future.
Well done - keep it up.
Posted 10 Years Ago
Poets and authors are too often their own worst critics as I know I am mine.
The imagey and flow of this piece speaks volumes of the subject but also the writer.
"To live without words weaves the thin blue symmetrical lines into the threads of a noose"
These three lines say it all - we write to feel again, to forget the pain, to suffer another day in the hopes if a brighter future.
Well done - keep it up.
This is a great poem keep up the great work
Posted 10 Years Ago
This is a great poem keep up the great work
The truth uttered in poetic form!
Posted 10 Years Ago
The truth uttered in poetic form!
I do not know how anyone could read you and not be smitten. Your words are such an interesting combination of soft and hard, dark and light, and everything in between. One minor thing, in this case, driven me insane might sound more polished, but perhaps you prefer drove, up to you of course.
Posted 10 Years Ago
I do not know how anyone could read you and not be smitten. Your words are such an interesting combination of soft and hard, dark and light, and everything in between. One minor thing, in this case, driven me insane might sound more polished, but perhaps you prefer drove, up to you of course.
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