Blood Soaked Flower

The lost soul is taken advantage of.

Bloody flowers
Tell the stories of fornication
From beyond the sheets of sin
The sweat remains dormant
Like a tick in a shirt
It waits
As it hangs on the heart heavy
And she feeds mindless
Blinded by the shadows
Of her ever dying need to feed
She opens her flower
To the sharp knife tip
Of a heart that has slipped
Unto the kiss
And it carrys forever
A daisy soaked in blood
Crying at night
Still searching for love

Reviews

[Brittany]

I like this portrayal of love.

It shows the more parasitical aspect, our desperate need for said love. Our lusts and longings blind us and hinder us...and then we're left, still as vulnerable as ever.

The metaphors are strong here, the flowers and blood convey strong opposing images of sexuality, life, beauty, pain, death. Daisies remind me of innocence for some reason, but it's very effective.

If I haven't told you before, I'll state it again. I like your mind.

[Jason]

I'm not really so lost honestly, especially anymore. This poem is actually about a young woman, who feels like a lost soul, and does almost anything to "be a part of the crowd", so to speak. I want to thank you very much for commenting on my work. I love to get constructive commenting on anything I write. Thank you.

[Jwana Creer Yeshua]

Lost soul you say? You feel like you have been taken advantage of. Things always go on a bumpy road sometimes. You may be lost right now but you will come back just give it time. Just remember everything gets better in the long run. Things always happen for a reason. I don't know if you believe in God but if you do ask him to help you through this time of lost soul. He is always there. We may not be able to see him but that is where faith comes in. That was a great write. Keep up the good work I will be looking for more poems from you. Thanks for sharing!

Humbly,
Jwana Creer Yeshua