Heart and Throes

What if a world without passion

For aught of heart I know

Which love will poems script

As its sovereignty rules the roost of mind

Cheers to the Kool-aid that I sip

 

And its breaths fill the souls

Such renaissance across the winds

Be it love, liberty or death

Who knows where one ends and the other begins

 

The myriad list

Compositions ringing off the lips

Bombs bursting out of chests

Words capturing charity at its best

 

Even spheres on high

A million miles wide

Burn and flame to exist

Fire always the catalyst 

 

Unto illustrations of the meagerness

Intricacies of an adornate woman

Simplicities which delve 

Eons deep within her kiss

 

For naught of heart and throe;

Nor conscience with its mighty blow

Sways neither heaven or even hell

Tames the lover's fervent soul

 

Not one line or ending verse

But all creation becomes a 

Bumbling inept curse

When forsaken is choice of passion’s needed risk

Reviews

[Saddam]

Their breaths fill souls
Such seedlings on a wayward wind
Be it love, liberty or death

Passionate write boy!!
Great reach of word and enriching the context.

[Nyu]

x) your language is of an old tongue, which I am not as used to. It was really creatively woven together. There is many different aspects and it is a nuanced piece of writing. I enjoyed this one. Keep sharing your voice!

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you for taking the time to read. I was born with a very old soul but I write in many different ways. It just depends on the spirit of the write which determines how it comes forth, lol.

[Lorena Rose]

this writer is very passionate about his craft. I admire the style and hope they continue to write more poems like this.

[Michael G. Smith]

Thank you very much and I have written many more already here so if you like indulge.