Disappointment rules, desire drowned!

Confusion attacks, frustration abonds.

Lion's roar, silenced for now.

Tending flowers, so delicate, and fragile.

Taking steps, choosing path.

Alone, grateful, yet hurts.

Will she water, my thirsty soul?

How many petals, five or six?

Stitching the tear, in my heart.

Listening to Spirit, will I hear?

Cleave to her, don't let go?

I want my hug, no time to spare!

New Poet Raised
Will The Matter
Handle With Care...

NICE

Nice poem .

Thanks Robin

Thank you Julie.

Nicely written!


Thanks for sharing.

Your poems have a way of making me speechless.
It's very heart felt. The sadness of inner turmoil brought a tear to my eye, I know it well.

Thank you, Mike

You're welcome and thanks for your comment Stormy.


You're welcome too River, and thanks for your comments River.

You're welcome Mike

Really spiritful
Rhythm wonderful
Reasons admirable
Randomly sensible

Nice poem !

Thank you Vibes.

A warm open-arms expression, Mike.

Interesting comment tech, didn't see it as that, but now I do. Your comment combined with River's sums it up well. Thank you.

Nice one

Thanks Morticia.