lonely soul

Time is a thing of peace, 
It structures our lives, 
We are never right or wrong which causes our lives to crease, 
Life,death who knows it could all be lies. 
Motionless in the depths of our sorrow we stroll across the stream singing sweetly 
We place our hearts for safe keeping, 
We can only hope but to borrow the hearts of the innocent,neatly. 
wary of those blood red poppies standing tall while we wait,while war cuts deep, 
one soul,one mind,one cry. 
The road is bumpy,I can't reach the top, its too steep, 
A place for a soul to rest eternally as everyone can, when they die.

Reviews

[Unforgiven Guy]

I have to say, this is some very deep writing for a... 15 year old, back then?? My poems didn't make nearly this much sense when I was older than that... You have real talent.

[Heather]

Thanks! I genuinely haven't even glimpsed at half of the stuff from back then, I think it's all a bit shite aha. It means a lot bud :)

[Frieda P]

The rhyming felt a bit forced to me but I like the depth and essence of your words.

"Those blood red poppies standing tall while we wait,while war cuts deep,
one soul,one mind,one cry.

Killer line, enjoyed the read.

[Heather]

thank you and thanks for being honest because not everyone always is!

[Frieda P]

You're very welcome Heather, I think we're all here to share and learn from one another...I enjoyed your work.

[Tom]

A rich testament to those that have gone before !

Soulful with respect, an excellent poem !

[Heather]

thanks a bunch and thanks again for taking the time to even read it honestly!!! :D

[Tom]

it's always a pleasure to read & review good poetry, well penned Heather !

[Heather]

thank you and the same goes for your poetry!!

[Samuel Jack]

Wow this poem covers a lot of ground. Love the line "life,death who knows it could all be lies", I'm not an expert, but I like your style of poetry. Keep up the good words and welcome to writerscafe.