We Poets Bleed Deeper

We Poets Bleed Deeper

A Poem by Samantha ~virginpoet

We are just mere vessels
that poetry flows through

Poetry is my Mistress and I her poor slave
she loves to use me for her nefarious intentions
by way of ink blood tears and cum
she flows through me
and poetry
rewrites
my fluid
soul

She is a mighty beast ~ that poetry
when she takes over we are lost
to the words verbs and the
adjectives of the soul

And yet...

When poetry
isn't in our veins
burning singing
and clawing through

We beg and cry and b***h and whine
For another taste of her heroine

Addicted is an understatement

We beg poetry
to kill us

And rebirth us
to live immortal on the page

We
poets bleed deeper

With a pulsating rhythm
of heated words

Static charged
sparks of thought
cling to the end
of my tongue

We devour the essence
of ones parted thoughts

We thrust into the depth
of the human soul

Poets bleed deeper

She is perpetually here ~ that poetry
Her blood reeks with the scent
of ingenuity

Pure and adulterated
there is no right or wrong
only write

But when poetry is absent
the words evade us
the thoughts spiral
and we can’t grasp one

Just

One

We scream in frustration
and strangle the pens
and in our vain attempts
at pouring our souls
onto the page that will forever
hold the secrets captive

She will show herself
devour our spiraling thoughts
and one by one return them
spitting them in our faces

Until we cave
under her pressure
finally we are
complete
with poetry

Our blood is
indecipherable
from ink

We flow as one

You see

We poets
bleed deeper



© 2014 Samantha ~virginpoet


Author's Note

Samantha ~virginpoet
This is a collab with http://www.writerscafe.org/MadalynBeck

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"Poetry is my Mistress and I her poor slave
she loves to use me for her nefarious intentions"
Writers depend on the words. The above lines are true. Complete poem told a true story. Some of us must write. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


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these lines are exceptional:
"Poetry is my Mistress and I her poor slave
she loves to use me for her nefarious intentions
by way of ink blood tears and cum
she flows through me
and poetry
rewrites
my fluid
soul
"
True words!
Beautiful poem!
i loved it!!!
:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


This is an excellent write!
It's true!
I especially like".…
poetry rewrites my fluid soul."
Awesome!
Claire (^.^)

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is a WOW! Some lines got me. Truly amazing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This is it. The one that displays it. All of it. I'm glad I read this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


With the virgin blood we write or own grave stone.

Great writing keep the poems going. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Yes. That's all I can say you've captured the dysfunctional relationship poets have with poetry.. wonderful

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love the collaboration and i hope to read more from you two again one day. All in all a great poem that speaks the truth in how poets feel.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I thought poetry had a hold on me but compared to this intensity I feel like a free man.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very beautiful. Wonderful job!! I loved reading this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Amazing, I couldn't have found better words to describe us poets. This was filled with phenomenal metaphors and it really spoke to me.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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