You're one heck of a writer!!!!!!!!!!!1<3 <3

I wish I have time to comment :p

But I'm gonna say the repetition gave props to this artistic piece. And your style, my god.. it matched the sorrow brilliantly.

PERFECTION

Oooh wut a great poem:)
Im in love with it, 5/5:)

Wow Karla,

This poem really is deep and very sad with a hint of darkness.

I love what you have written here!

It has made me think of the people I know that have passed away and how their relatives feel etc. I saw this poem while on the way to work this morning and it felt strange because I had a dream about my uncle last night and my mum. My uncle passed away a few months back and my mum obviously devestated. In my dream she was crying because she could see him. It was strange. It made me think of how she felt when he died.

When you see someone every day and they are part of your lives it really is so difficult when they pass away because everything in your life changes and you can never see them again (until the afterlife)

So your destined to spend the rest of your life no matter how long or short without them

An awesome poem that has really touched my heart.

x

This gripped the heart and held it tight, choking ones emotion to the point of tears. It was love, light and sadness.
Karla this is a masterpiece..truly my queen

I agree with Abed, the repition actually helped this piece when usually I find it weakens it!

This was incredible Karla!!

I loved this part:
She was looking for him in her bed,
in her hair, in her veins, in her despair.

That was sooo...I dont even know the word. Incredibly written and also so so sad. Those lines really summed up the whole poem. You described how lonley this woman is without him and in those 2 lines thats exactly what you feel for her. Lonliness...

This was beautifully sad!
chelsey

The mood of this poem is drenched in misery, deep and powerful pain to a great extent
you made us all feel the agony
well done
5/5

Breathtaking~ Deeply felt... touching and emotional piece, well done~

It is a pity that some people waited my poem to be winner and in the main board to downrate it.Honesty is a word that a few can understand. So go on downrating it if that makes you feel happy cuz I really don't care.

Wow, this was really wonderful, Karla:)

You have a way with words, they ooze the beautiful Latin woman that you are.

The poems you write do not need improvement, why should they? They are what they are: a look inside your soul and from where I am sitting, you do that with ultimate grace.

You go, winner, you:)

A very well done,

*hugs*

5/5 Ingrid

MIND BLOWING KARLA !!!

She was looking for salvation,
She was looking for him in her bed,
in her hair, in her veins, in her despair.

^^Just reading this part made my heart hurt for your words made me feel the pain, the desperation and the misery this woman felt.

But he was a petal falling, falling.
(her heart was still laid at his feet)

^^Another heart cruncher! The pain of loosing the love of your life the one who made you whole.
Your words really does find the way into a reader's heart and rips it! Each line was felt and with each line sadness just grew..a very moving write..
Where was he? Where was he?

Did he sleep? Say God he did sleep...

Yes you deserved this win 5/5

The descriptive tone of your words allow us to internalize, to feel her pain. Very good.

A dark verse that drips with sadness in each line, touching the reader's core. To lose someone like a spouse, particularly when there has been deep love between them, is devastating. Sometimes, the degree of subconscious love held for that special someone will not surface, until after their death.....until the flood gates suddenly open up, and grief pours uncontrollably, sometimes in the form of an unending rainstorm of reminiscing thoughts.

She was looking for him in her bed,
in her hair, in her veins, in her despair.
.........
Where was he? Where was he?
Did he sleep? Say God he did sleep...

^At times, it is even difficult to convince our psyche that he is truly gone....perhaps he is still somewhere, and will be back soon. Acceptance of death is not easy, takes months, years, and sometimes forever... True love does live on in hidden places of our heart and mind....sometimes till our own soul departs for its final resting place, to join and rejoice in the love shared in our lifetime.

She jumped, diving into his soul,
crying, swearing she was whole

I only wish I could read in the poetess mind better here:

His bitter blood covered her in sorrow.
(yesterday and tomorrow)

OR did she mean, (from my naive not knowingness)

His eternal love covered her sorrow
(yesterday, today and tomorrow)

True Love never dies a natural death, it lives on forever, beneath our mortal skin, in a corner of our soul.
Well penned from the sad corners of a grieving heart, Karla. (10)

(Judging comment 2-12-12)