Berteena Harmony Of The Soul Poet Free verse

A Rose For the Thorn

She planted roses
for my deathbed
and spit in my coffee.

Poured vinegar
into this heart
on my sleeve.

I held her up
in a high place while
she mocked.

Plotted and planned
when no one was around
to defend.

Controlled the mark
that sustained
life.

Every hour
belonged to
her.

Come
or go...
her decision.

Voodoo
and spaghetti
at my vigil.

Melted candles
smothered by
by dirt.

This light of mine,
snuffed out
by deception.

Victory
dancing on my
grave.

I dug
this hole for
myself.

The thorn
in her
flesh.



Berteena
Harmony of the Soul
10 February, 2019

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Pashang Salehi February 11, 2019 at 11:15 PM Life never promises a rose garden, but its thorn every minute... Fill that hole with more love... Nicely done. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 12, 2019 at 6:38 PM Have not love, I am nothing. <3 Thank you, Pashang

Gershon Wolf February 10, 2019 at 10:25 PM Intriguing ink...piercing … and welcome to the Soup! :) gw Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 12, 2019 at 6:23 PM I'm so happy this poem resinated with you. Thank you kindly. ;)

James Horn February 10, 2019 at 5:17 PM Had read another poem from Horn; We knew bright new poet was born; Would see dirt, Humor and hurt; A crown with thorn Jesus had worn. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 12, 2019 at 6:36 PM All the best of dark and bright, like the stars of the night. 'Tis GRACE that makes one's heart right. Grace sufficient for peace shedding light.

Caren Krutsinger February 10, 2019 at 12:05 PM My soul is liking this a bunch. Your free verse made me smile, in its delightfulness! Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 10, 2019 at 5:17 PM Your soul is very kind and I adore you. <3

John Gondolf February 10, 2019 at 9:26 AM Many times in life we are deceived by the ones we love, and sometimes it scares us for life. Nicely written Berteena. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 10, 2019 at 5:14 PM Tit tat. Tip tap. No loss. Such is life. Thank you, John.

Silent One February 10, 2019 at 8:01 AM Sounds like an awful person who took advantage of you.. sometimes we do not see those who stab daggers into our back.. you described it very poetically.. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 10, 2019 at 5:09 PM Can't vent, but I can write a poem. ;) Thank you, Silent One.