Francis Osho Poet I do not know?

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remember when you left me blind
reaching for my spirit in darkness bleed
running away for no reason cold
rupturing bulge in my heart bleeding
rummaging through my unsettled memory
reasoning beyond the helpless messiah
rollicking black blood in my veins
return renew rekindle rejuvenate

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Charlotte Jade Puddifoot December 8, 2015 at 7:38 PM great alliteration in this; i've read a couple of your other poems and i've a feeling i'm going to like your work, it's very original and creative...i'm glad you enjoyed my poem enough to read it twice! :) Francis Osho December 8, 2015 at 7:55 PM OH CHARLOTTE THE POEM ABOUT THE WEEPING UTERUS. IT WAS...THE POEM I LIKED THE MOST HERE.WOW .I JUST GET GOOSE BUMPS THINKING ABOUT IT. I WILL TRY TO WRITE ONE AND DEDICATE IT TO YOU HA HA HAA

Rocco Parisella December 8, 2015 at 4:26 PM richly resplendent read ... Nice, Francis !

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser December 8, 2015 at 6:06 AM powerful lines Francis, regarding the forms, I will suggest this as free verse or verse... =`)~Olive Eloisa =`) Francis Osho December 8, 2015 at 6:51 AM thanks olivia. i know the genres but i dont like poems labelled it is an expression, they will label it if they really want to

Viv Wigley December 8, 2015 at 1:53 AM A good, strong write, Francis. If you're not sure what style of poetry you're doing, a good rule of thumb is that if your lines don't rhyme, then it's 'Free verse' in the list of styles. Thanks for dropping by on my verse. Regards, Viv Francis Osho December 8, 2015 at 2:21 AM thanks viv. i dont like labelling poetry. thats why 'i dont know" these are only for these kind of forums.in modern poetry where we belong there is no rules regulations or meter or whatever. it is your frank and spontaneous expression of the moment which gives a spark to the reader.poetry is no more arithmetic