Elissa Maes Poet Rhyme

No More

It is a work of art 
Really beautiful
That of the heart
When it is full

But when there 
Is no love inside
And no one to care
It’s something to hide

For the broken edges
Are deep and black
Shattered wedges
That peel back

It still beats but
Slowly and loudly
With the groaning gut
It makes it’s plea

To be fed
Like it was once before
But that love is dead
And can feed no more

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Poet Destroyer A November 25, 2013 at 12:55 PM Elissa, wow... This is deep, sometimes I wonder how much the heart can take. I think I overfed my heart... heheh JK... A very cool poem, and meaning.. What is love once it's dead.... Nothing but a slow beating heart... luv~ LINDA

Nette Onclaud November 25, 2013 at 12:18 PM full awareness of heart's true core scribed with such vitality and peace... i like the light shining through this effrevescent piece,elissa..:)

Poet Tacito November 25, 2013 at 11:06 AM Poignant, yet strong in your lines. It needs to feel better than the pain. At the very least, peace...closure. Each sunrise we live is a priviledge. We must embrace that. This was very deep. Great job!