Hurt me again,
and feel the gentle warmth
of my crimson blood
steadily flowing the trace
of such a perfect face.
Hurt me again,
thy wounds shall never heal,
for they cut deep into my skin,
and bleed my soul out.
Oh, hurt me no more love,
and forget what was done,
for we’ll know it is time,
when crying upon two hazy smiles
we face our last sunset,
and vanish into the bright light.
Hurt me no more,
forget me and murder my memory,
for I’d rather forsake your gentle touch,
than have blood for tears.
Blackprint Poetry's recommendation
Today's recommendation goes to the blog My Beautiful Emotion and its even more beautiful author Kayleigh Jane, aged 17! Kayleigh's work truly amazes me: the choice of words, the themes in her poems... just incredible. Please visit her blog, it will be worth it:
http://my-beautiful-emotion.blogspot.com
See you next week!
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
In the Palace of Lady Eden
As the strange purple darkness
claimed its aftersun light,
and the dense woods changed its mood
from the green friendly to the mischievous dark,
I soon found myself wandering
in a desperate search for a place
where to finally lay my arms.
Yet the forest seemed to have no mercy,
not for drifters nor misdirected foes,
and before I could realize
I had surrendered far into the dusk
of my own weakness,
my own brutal and lethal wounds.
And in my dreams I saw casted
a beautiful woman of infinite might,
who in her walk, appeared to bend the trees back
blinded by her light, her brilliance,
so particularly expected from the midday sun.
And thus, amid this blazing light,
a group of dwarves and elves and men,
carried me up and healed my marks,
taking my cries to the now destroyed dark.
In the most beautiful palace I woke,
Lady Eden now sat beside me
and she spoke and filled my mind.
‘It is your duty now to be my man,
and from now this shall be your house’.
‘And you shall dwell with me. Forever.’
(Happy 22nd Birthday to me!)
New on Blackprint Poetry: Blog Recommendations
Today's recommendation goes to my favourite poetry blogger on the web: Splmartin and his beyond-incredible blog Read between the Minds. Make sure to check his incredible work at:
http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/
See you soon!
claimed its aftersun light,
and the dense woods changed its mood
from the green friendly to the mischievous dark,
I soon found myself wandering
in a desperate search for a place
where to finally lay my arms.
Yet the forest seemed to have no mercy,
not for drifters nor misdirected foes,
and before I could realize
I had surrendered far into the dusk
of my own weakness,
my own brutal and lethal wounds.
And in my dreams I saw casted
a beautiful woman of infinite might,
who in her walk, appeared to bend the trees back
blinded by her light, her brilliance,
so particularly expected from the midday sun.
And thus, amid this blazing light,
a group of dwarves and elves and men,
carried me up and healed my marks,
taking my cries to the now destroyed dark.
In the most beautiful palace I woke,
Lady Eden now sat beside me
and she spoke and filled my mind.
‘It is your duty now to be my man,
and from now this shall be your house’.
‘And you shall dwell with me. Forever.’
(Happy 22nd Birthday to me!)
New on Blackprint Poetry: Blog Recommendations
Today's recommendation goes to my favourite poetry blogger on the web: Splmartin and his beyond-incredible blog Read between the Minds. Make sure to check his incredible work at:
http://slpmartin.wordpress.com/
See you soon!
Monday, July 2, 2012
Endless
What's the time again?
The tender light through my shades
defines the hour, timeless.
Once again, I'm caged in infinity.
And the sacred silence
doesn't help. Where are
the children, why have they ceased
their playing in the streets?
Where are the murdered
and the sick and the deceased?
Where are the fumes and the deadly sirens
of grief and endless fatigue?
I need a sign, a whisper in my ear,
a gentle touch of defined light
to cast an hour on my clock
and turn oblivion into night.
-Thanks to ShadiatiQue for the beautiful picture. Make sure to check out her blog.
The tender light through my shades
defines the hour, timeless.
Once again, I'm caged in infinity.
And the sacred silence
doesn't help. Where are
the children, why have they ceased
their playing in the streets?
Where are the murdered
and the sick and the deceased?
Where are the fumes and the deadly sirens
of grief and endless fatigue?
I need a sign, a whisper in my ear,
a gentle touch of defined light
to cast an hour on my clock
and turn oblivion into night.
-Thanks to ShadiatiQue for the beautiful picture. Make sure to check out her blog.
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