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A Tulip, a Petal, a Tear

A tear fell, a dream disappered, and hope was lost
The belief that all men are created equal? I question in part
As I dream and write of hope to come my way and dwell in me, but at what cost?
Must I grow cold inside because I find myself lost with no where to turn, a blue heart

I recall my last tear, it fell just a few seconds ago, on this very line
For all my life I have dreamed of a family to call my own
In search of what? I ask myself? Fake joy? For my blood I can't find elsewhere alone
Rare O negative, and I sob at the very thought of my lonesome for all time

A letter once spoke out to my pen, and a message appered in ink unto me
It was hope, it asked me to question my ability, literature is my passion
The words, the lines forming stanzas hug my eyes, caress my soul, it sets me free
I can honestly say, its my obsession

Always trying to fit in
From grade school, and even know, the question is why am I so different
The world judges me of terrible sin
When it itself drowns in tears of the innocent

As an infant I was pushed aside by those whom I thought loved the most just as I was
The pain was greater in the heart, greater than the bloody bruises that became a second shadow
Never experiencing the beauty and meaning of a sencire christmas
Alone, all to my own fake reality, asking the heavens if it all one day would change, tomorrow

I began to write, to fight for love, for a smile to call my own, for a flower
Her petals so fine and full of a beautiful scent
In her color I saw my spirit holding her for a life time standing in loves name like the Eiffel tower
A dream, a vision which is worth it all, and in  my life I shall spend

The stars told of her coming, of her smile, of her dimple
It all began by admiring her all, yes its that simple
I will await for her return, yes again for her, but no longer in fear
My flower, she is my tulip, her petals will dry my tears

I love you Paula M. B.- darkpoet.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/30/2009 5:38:00 AM
This tragic story turns into a beautiful testament of love, it has really touched my heart.
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Date: 4/28/2009 8:44:00 PM
Emotional, passionate, and sad but with hope at the end. You aren't different; just immensely talented. Bravo.
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Date: 4/24/2009 9:20:00 PM
This is absolutely beautiful and heart touching piece, you had that one who made you feel so special and now she is gone, so sad and heart breaking when we lose the ones we love and desire, I too have been there. But, you are somebody, and someone with great talent and alot of emotion which makes for excellent writing. I hope it gets better for you.
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Date: 4/24/2009 3:16:00 PM
"Her petals will dry my skin"-wonderful, "literature is my passion,stanzas hug my eyes,"wonderful-i love it-----charma
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Date: 4/24/2009 12:33:00 PM
i almost cried when i read it. it's so .. alive!!! thanks for the poem.
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