When love does fret
Hello, first time post...all critiques welcome. Hope you likey. buh bye. :P
My Breath and tongue
Move out of time
with love confused
by all the sounds that
creep up from the ground.
Like drums, that beat and pulse and pound
Like hands;
closed fists that try
and rumble down
My door, my safe, my comforting reprieve.
The slab of wood now breaks
the shadows slither in
the snakes,
they coil round my heart
venom spits to vein
the stream it now staggers
the flow not quite right
but then my heroine,
the drug that I adore.
She slits my wrists
and lets the poison pour.
My spirits they lift again
While light caves in the walls
The roof has found a friend
It's name the ocean floor
Serpent and shade blown away
By such a simple cure
I slumber now but half awake
listless but with caution close
affraid, but in her arms
alert to her in mine
but caustious not for caustious sake
I fret for her to sleep so close
to a man too weak, too frail, too sad
to stand alone and face the ghosts
that up til now
had held
him first to none.





The warmth of love concealed
The warmth of love concealed within the need for addiction of a man who thinks he is frail and week… Hummmm… interesting mix.. BUT very well done… If you are indeed a new poet then it’s really well done. I would like to come back and comment on it in greater detail.
please do
please do
Congratulations! on the spotlight
hi
For a new writer this is an achievement
...Very well written... The way way our calm mind succumbs to the additive nature is very well expressed...I dont know about the technicalities of poetry writing...Joseph Geremia would be a better person to guide you there.
But overall a good one