Forsaken

The imagery you painted in this was outstanding. it was like I could see everything what was happening. I loved this, so deep and moving, and written so beautifully. perfect flow throughout the piece. I have enjoyed reading your work, so welcome to my favourites!

I love this poem it tells more then th eye can read

I a snowflake...silently falling with no sound, no thought....to land in snows of whiteness.....

Snowflake falling
Floating, fluttering, dancing in the sky
lands in snow, there, somewhere..
go I.

Nice, I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real you’ll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotion’s. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.