Life Beats

I have seen a thousand deaths

               with my eyes

lived a million years

 in my mind

been wounded in battle

             never to surrender

beaten, torn, abused and misused

all in the name of love

stepped in giant potholes,

    lost my way 

 Hung from cliff's edge

visited insanity,

 knocked at oblivion's door,

 dined with denial

crushed the poppies,

                lived in sin & made my bed,

 slept in it too

    What stands firm and out shines,

             sheds magnificent light

            above all others

             

I've created life

                    and watched it grow

Reviews

[Deuces]

Well, you know I can relate :) This is my type of piece. The pain of life also makes its beauty. You express that perfectly in this poem.

I've created life and watched it grow. Now that's deep... actually makes me think that no matter what I did, good or bad... I still had a hand in making things happen. Tight.

[Frieda P]

Bravo you too Cyntax, thanks for your kind words...much appreciated.

[Jamie Cook]

That was so precious! :3 You must be so proud ^-^ That so beautiful I admire you very much Frieda, best warrior ever! :D

[Frieda P]

How very sweet of you to say Jamie, thanks so much :-)

[Jamie Cook]

Welcome Miss. :)

[Jibey]

Powerful images of struggle and pain and a beautiful thought at the end to lift the spirits

[Frieda P]

So glad you liked this one Jibey...thanks.

[Baby Ricochet]

I like this one. Great Job Frieda

[Frieda P]

I know you're an old softie at heart Baby...and put a shirt on, I can hardly think.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We are all bound to make mistakes, have success and failures but nothing compares to the love we create.

[Frieda P]

I will agree with you there Dale, thanks.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

My pleasure young lady.

[KeelyJane]

Nice job! This was a beautiful piece. You captured the essence of life and the beauty of parenting. Great pen!

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Keely.

[quinfinn]

this is the side of frieda which makes me so proud to call you "friend". in your words there is always a range of topics or emotions which are uniquely you, but this one is a bit more personal and telling. yep, you are indeed a survivor, a fierce warrior and yet, still that delicate and beautiful posy, reaching toward the sunlight with the strength and tenacity of a butterfly newly released from the pupae , patiently drying her wings for flight. then there is the crux of this piece....motherhood. a fierce pride and righteous indignation which resides within you when it comes to your beloved offspring. well met and beautifully said.....as usual, awesome!

[Frieda P]

Dearest quin, your words always touch my heart, thank you so much. x

[quinfinn]

i'm your huckleberry....

[Frieda P]

I know ;-)

[quinfinn]

;)

[kublakhan27]

Visceral...this is a side of you I don't often see...an all-out attack on the senses, well done :)

[Frieda P]

Never a dull moment... ;-)

[kublakhan27]

;)

[Yellow Butterfly]

You've created an existence that has helped you to overcome the atrocities that this life has thrown your way.. Your words written on this page resemble in my eyes, an array of butterflies being set free.... freeing you from all your heartache and pain!

Frieda.... this was wonderful and if you don't mind... I'm going to inbox you a picture of the butterflies I have described.

YB

[Frieda P]

Ahh you made my heart soar, love the idea of a butterfly, thanks so much YB, much appreciated.

[jamal]

Great poem Frieda! it give one a lot to think about.

Keep writing!

[Frieda P]

Sounds like a plan jamal...thanks!