Unspoken Words

by Sunshine   Jul 30, 2010


I stem from roots where lands
never kiss the purity of rain drops,
and I grow between bitten thorns,
where the undone duties gather
above my blur scene.

I am a chanter of all words unsaid..
where suffering never finds an end
I am a ponderer of thoughts,
and I wonder "if wounds really heal up,
as time passes by,then the broken heart,
would have never died with a blind eye."

Alas time heals not, what doesn't really
have a cure, for minds shall read, but
never feel what hurt may hearts endure.
To see not through rain, to stand beyond
the sun to live sadness with harmony,
like I do.

To stem from roots, of a thirsty ground
would rip the word easy out of you,
but shall dip my dry leaves in warm waters,
which swipes off my lonesome too..

No one can read words which fire spits,
except for the one who with the ink of each
flame writes his lines and beside each coal
sleeps and sits

by: Rania Moallem

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  • 14 years ago

    by Decayed

    I think this piece is so mature..

    The ideas are brought yo life by your touch!
    And it flowed awesomely!
    FIVE :)

  • 15 years ago

    by PinkyPrincess

    Awww... this is such a sad poem but sooo well-written!
    You have the ability describe such hard situations and feelings... When I read your poetry I think of feelings that I never knew could be expressed...

    I loved this stanza the most:

    "But time heals not, what doesn't
    really have a cure.
    For minds shall read, but never
    feel what hurt may hearts endure."

    It has so much meaning! Very well done my friend!

  • 15 years ago

    by ShIsAnA tHe OnE aNd OnLy

    I love it it has a great flow my favorite stanza
    is

    "And I grow between bitten thorns,
    where the undone duties gather
    above my blur scene."

    5/5 amazing poem great potential.

  • 15 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This poem has amazing free flow with great word choice and I really enjoyed reading it

  • 15 years ago

    by chind

    If wounds really heal up,
    as time passes by;

    then the broken heart, would
    have never died with a blind eye.
    - those couple lines were amazing! infact, so was the whole piece, however those couple lines just stood out ! i loved it.

    ps. thanks for reading my work :D

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