Venus rages brightly tonight
But the night is thick with shame.
It doesn't cool my round thoughts
Nor hold my soul to the flame.
Some things just can't be said;
Neither can they be helped.
These things should be weathered -
And through it all - be felt.
Pieces of me - I try to collect
Before they can fall away
And I guard them - resolute
That something of those remain.
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Author:
Amy Michelle Mosier (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2025 14:13
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Deep in metaphor this poem speaks of love in Venus and shame. Secrets kept only to oneself in that they can not be spoken of. Words are not adequate to express certain feelings that are just best experienced. Then to be kept as memories.
Secrets that must never be revealed, enjoyed the read
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