CrimsonHeart

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two of my favorite poems that were published.

Last Rose of Summer

As the warm summer winds
take on the bitterness of winter,
a late blooming rose hesitates to open.

The day slowly wears on
and she stands proudly,
the warm sun on her face.

Bees and Butterflies come and go
and she weeps silently to herself,
listing to the songbird sing.

With her remaining days
she can feel her self grow weak,
and she begins to bend and wilt.

The sky grows dark with the threat of snow.
She trembles so with the winter wind.
How long will she last?

As the first snow flakes of the
season begin to fall, she lets go,
her petals falling to the ground.


Warrior

Here I stand alone
feeling next to nothing
but the chill in my bones
waiting here for something.

Here I wait in silence
waiting for the pain
waiting for the violence
waiting to be slain.

How long will this go on
how long must I wait
till night reaches dawn
frozen in this state.

Like my sprit longs to be
I will fight till I am free.


Here's a new one I just finished yesterday (9/16/2008).

Unrequited Love

Tormented by unrequited love and
afraid of being ridiculed by others for
being so naive, I lock myself in my room
hoping that one day it will all go away.
The days go by and I long to take it all back.

My heart was ruthlessly broken and the
pieces were stomped into dust, assuring
its complete destruction. My feelings were
ignored until my words no longer mattered.
I’m not as strong as I thought I would be.

I so carelessly let my feelings known, only
to be passed over and replaced by what can
only be defined as convince. Meanwhile I’m
left standing with my soul exposed, my feelings
destroyed and my heart merely a memory.

I wanted to be stronger than this. I wanted to
be able to take heartache with a few tears and
then realize that it’s ok to move on with my life.
But a voice in my head laughed and reminded me
that this love was new and consumed me completely.

So now, I am weakened by unrequited love. I’m
forced to lock my heart in a little box and bury
the key deep inside a place where no one will ever
think to look. The one place that only one person
can ever get to that remains truly untouched.

The thought of that person is the only thing that
keeps me alive. Despite my fear of letting love in,
I dream of the day that I am freed from the prison
I created. A naive dream where someone kisses me
sweetly, finds the key and unlocks my heart to a new love.