Bled out on paper ~

Bled out on paper ~

A Poem by Frieda P

She bled out on paper without further ado
her scribbles a bitter grain of salty relief 
pen'd of pain's aggregated improper memoirs
inky passages of another rhyme and place
in darkly hue'd testimonials without grace
haunting manifestations affecting destiny's flight
ferocious plight of rushing struck wind gusts
embracing sensitivities' frozen swept notions 
stormy affectations manifested of undue time
gray'd acceptance in blood's purifying ritual 

© 2014 Frieda P


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Frieda P

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My sweet poet, you can bleed your wonderful words on paper, cardboard or even the side of a building with a spray can and it will always be the most beautiful poetry anyone has ever seen. This was a bit sad but so very beautiful and thought provoking.

I believe that all of us as poets bleed our deepest darkest feelings each time we take pen in hand...the ink becomes our blood. However speaking only for myself...I may bleed words but not near as beautifully as you do. You are amazing and I am so fortunate to have the opportunity to read you.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ahh I have too, napkins, whatever is available if I'm out and about, thanks so much Jack!



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Again, I am awestruck...your words are like the height limit sign for a circus ride...your imagination must be this ambitious and fearless if you wish to take this ride. Salty relief, dark testimonials, haunting manifestations...and somehow a gray'd acceptance perseveres at the end like a reward for surviving the haunted house...but rest assured, as soon as I'm out of that house I'm right back at the end of the line ready for another go at it...of course, being 5'2", I had to stuff my sneakers a bit to satisfy the sign's requirement ;) But for your sweet hauntings, it's worth the risk...xo

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Okay Benji, smiled all the way through this review, 'circus ride'....ha, that's a first for me! Larf.. read more
kublakhan27

10 Years Ago

Haha I thought you might get a kick out of that ;) Always a pleasure Mrs.R..xo
Beautiful poem about a poet doing what they do best writing.
I enjoyed reading this. Short simple but a lovely write.
Written out well and it has a few great rhymes in there.
Im sure allot of people can relate to this piece.
Great write :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much cimmy, it's easy to bleed out to her music, jazz'd you enjoyed. :-)
cimmy wuv xxxooo

10 Years Ago

Your most welcome :) I sure did :)
Real writer and artist will bleed. Powerful and strong description made the poem take life and create visions and thoughts. Many kinds of purifying rituals. Words are one. Thank you for the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Indeed our words can be a purifying ritual, thanks so much Coyote.
we bleed out on paper till there is nothing of us left.
and then others finally notice.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Thanks for your kind words jacob.
Sometimes our emotions we express falls on deaf ears of the ones we love and count on to be there, it happens enough is when our feelings bleed out till our soul becomes deathly cold.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Your review gave me a chill, so true Dale, thanks so much.
The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)

10 Years Ago

I hope that was a good chill, you are welcome Moonbeam
My sweet poet, you can bleed your wonderful words on paper, cardboard or even the side of a building with a spray can and it will always be the most beautiful poetry anyone has ever seen. This was a bit sad but so very beautiful and thought provoking.

I believe that all of us as poets bleed our deepest darkest feelings each time we take pen in hand...the ink becomes our blood. However speaking only for myself...I may bleed words but not near as beautifully as you do. You are amazing and I am so fortunate to have the opportunity to read you.


Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

10 Years Ago

Ahh I have too, napkins, whatever is available if I'm out and about, thanks so much Jack!

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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