Berinde Ovidiu-Claudiu Poet Blank verse

Poppies Had the Color of Blood

By the time he reached the village
The bells of the old church
Were beating like a heart
In a sick chest


He had the same old obsessions
That a wise philosopher
Used to call extreme ideas
About angels with human faces
God sent to save humanity


All alone
He found himself in the arms of the wind
When she took her last breath
All the sad eyes of heavens
Begun to mourn


On the field near the bridge
Poppies had the color of blood
Like the painflowers
Crowns of sadness
Over a cross

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Beata Agustin December 5, 2024 at 1:31 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 7, 2016 at 10:41 AM Berinde Ovidiu-Claudiu, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing you're poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A January 12, 2016 at 2:24 PM Hello Berinde, your poem is awesome. SKAT

Sonny Ju Ju Peppellini November 12, 2013 at 8:10 AM I hung on every word of this write. " Like painflowers,,,,,, crowns of sadness over a cross" Great work.