Feared.

Feared.

A Poem by Thomas Fitzgerald
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A look into the mind of me, the writer.

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Tension yeilded to pains of pleasure,

Anger smooths the veins to blue,

Tender hooks leave marks of sorrow,

A slice of heaven shared by few.

 

Sweet crimson veils eyes of amber,

Plush words fill heads of the naive,

Stars shine bright as heads are tilted,

Run circles round for men's prestige.

 

Markets tell me no for legends wrote,

Fear leaves the soul laughing fun,

Teeth cross stinking flesh for food,

A silence lets eyes watch the dead run.

 

Practical sons hate wifes that are forced,

Rough sex slates members cards speared,

The blood quenches tongues the pert,

No team to sign onto in risk of the feared.

© 2011 Thomas Fitzgerald


Author's Note

Thomas Fitzgerald
Honesty is key.

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I read this and read it again then one more time.I see aa army of midevil soldiers returning from the battle to the market place where they eat and enjoy the seduction of beautifull dancers and even sex with the most sensual of daughters but only for the warriors who have served their kingdom well.Am I close?

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"Sweet crimson veils eyes of amber,
Plush words fill heads of the naive,
Stars shine bright as heads are tilted,
Run circles round for men's prestige."

I love this line!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Anger smooths the veins to blue..."

you always leave me in shocked i guess! ^^
great write!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this was a powerful poem..it was full of raw emotion...great write

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There are few poems that can hold me through till the end, 13 being a rough age for an attention span, but this made me relax into the elegant velvet tempo and enjoy it. Even though it was dark and powerful, it still possesed an easy elegance that did not seem forced or overworked.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What I love about this is the disparate element quality, nicely fused and blended together!
You thread all importance into this, as always, a pleasure to decipher and look through more than once love xoxo

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Definitely an abstract piece, like something I'd write when a number of things come together. That's what I see here.

Nice job.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

worth the risk! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The poem was strong and honest words. When we question what we do and what we have done. Can leave us open up for misery and pain. I like the many powerful statements in the poem. We could discuss each one. I like the last lines. Fear make me be apart. Sad thing is. What we may fear many lead us to a good place and friendship. Thank you for the amazing poem. Made me think this early morning.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wow the description in this is amazing i like it a lot

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. This was so wonderfully crafted... I wish I could find the words to describe how great this is. I can honestly say this really blew me away.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Thomas Fitzgerald

Wexford, Leinster, Ireland



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