Words

Kevin Michael Bloor

There’re words this poet writes, he dares not read.
Cruel words, cut out from kernel of his creed.
Wounding words, yet precious as a daughter,
Composed with blood, written on the water.

Poured out at the behest of poet’s muse,
Laments for love, the poet once did lose.
From time when her sweet form would crucify,
like grieving ghost, she’d menace his mind’s eye.

These woeful words, he then would weep as tears.
Their conversations from those youthful years
they would beat and bruise his heart like hammer
till poet could not speak, only stammer.

About these wretched words I can't come clean.
Dear reader, read them in the lines between!
For they were words that she last spoke to me.
This lover’s brokenhearted legacy.

Her words: “I cannot do this anymore.”
They’ve punched a hole, so pain, at last, can pour.
On this page, my shattered soul is spilling.
Be kind, dear friend, pray for a mercy killing!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2022 03:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: for those who have lost love
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 9
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Palebluecardigan

    Wow, can't believe more people haven't read this, such a beautiful piece, good work! Would love it if you checked my recent poems, curious about your feedback!

  • L. B. Mek

    I'll pray for that grace of kindness
    instead
    and hope, fate finds a way
    to make amends for the pains
    you've suffered
    in the name of love..
    stay strong, dear Poet
    (what a write, of emotional expression
    this for me, is Poetry
    in all its distilled, pure genius)
    Brilliant!

  • Christina8

    It's a sad but beautiful poem! You are obviously very talented. It evokes so much emotion. Great job Kevin!

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Many thanks, Christina. Glad you liked my poor little rhymes.



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