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Deep Within a Broken Heart

Tempest tossed along lost dreams Salted wounds in these tears stream Flood gates washed about Drowning amid dimensions latent, further Within whirlpool, a limbo Of languages ancient yet, not unknown Aligning streaks In saddening ire Off a cleft Symbolizing A drop of broken life Retire Randomly inhalations With raiment chills pillaging From once atmosphere still Arbitrary evicting fervent to tepid Chasing back the last breath of jilts And grasping out for dear air Comprehensions of all that is And never was, really fair Involuntary reflexes Merely, flex once more In captivation of unawares Thus, stumbles unto a now idle flesh Of a nucleus without feeling any longer Redefining the promises Of the forever there Unto the being Organs eternally continue struggling Among a clutching entrench They crumble in Collapse and give To once, its rhythmic yearning song Only time, beats stronger on And soon shall counter part In beginnings of resolve All somewhere deep within a broken heart

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/28/2011 7:08:00 AM
Enjoyed reading your excellent poetry today Michael. I will be back again to read more. Please continue to write and share your poetry with us. The best to you in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Love, Carol
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Date: 4/26/2011 2:16:00 PM
If we could all have the gift that you have then who would be left to admire such beauty. Loved this poem.
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Date: 4/24/2011 6:44:00 PM
this was a great poem with real emotion.. I have enjoyed it..cory
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Date: 4/24/2011 2:40:00 AM
This one may just call for a thesaurus. But that's only a knock on me. (outta my vocabulary league). I get what you're saying though. the gist. ~JSLambert
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Date: 4/23/2011 9:28:00 PM
hi Michael. I rate this poem a seven, because you gave every inch of your heart into this poem. Words usually express how we think and feel. Sharon
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Date: 4/23/2011 8:48:00 PM
Michael, sad and deep... sure enjoyed reading your poem, take care and have your self a happy and safe Easter! always p.d.
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