My Pretty Girl
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Gregory Richard Barden.
oh how this anger strikes me odd
the things I want to blame on God
yet sacred things have left me, dim
how life and death can’t hold to Him …
my dearest loves come to such ends
with aches my heart can’t comprehend
now one more sweet life robbed, unjust
and turned to ashes, bones and dust …
my pretty Princess … now, but dust.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, September 8, 2023
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment