The Window to the SoulA Poem by Michaela MoerkeThis poem is one I made with another poet. His profile is http://www.writerscafe.org/shadodrake This poem we made relating to the contest I recently created: Window to the soulLet me open my windows Let me open my windows To tell this story So as to let you live my life A single pillow About a boy who loved Nintendo's No warmth anticipatory Because they hid him from his strife
Her soul is empty I know that love's the strongest pow'r Not an ounce of love That ever did lace the earth It never felt heavy I saw it in a lovely flow'r It fit the glove Who restored all, of my self-worth
This soul is alone In a time when no one cared It has no mate She took the time to do so Down to the bone A woman who actually dared Bound to frustrate To ease my once- troubled woe
It's so dark A soul once lost, yet found again Not a touch of light Through selfless love unbounded Where is that spark? I now feel safe to leave my den Where is her knight? She still leaves me dumbfounded
Feels so cold Matchless love, though it may be No warmth in this bed I try to return the favor She's either bold She must know, she set me free Or gone in the head So my whole heart is what I gave her
Now she's lost A broken man, a wounded sire Cannot be found Was graced by love, a maiden fair A heart of frost A heart, now full inside of fire Lies on the ground Flies once again, up in the air So now you see? Our world grows old These eyes before you
© 2016 Michaela MoerkeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 15, 2016 Last Updated on June 15, 2016 AuthorMichaela MoerkeCAAboutI go by the name Jo. For all the moons and stars that gaze upon our very souls, few souls will shine the brightest from their light, and fewer souls will accept the light. A young feminist with .. more..Writing
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