Best Lossred Poems
there once stood a man who in dungarees trained,
all his horses to run with his denim shirt stained.
There were fresh jars of liquor and bushels of wheat.
There was a cowbell that clanged:" Time! Come and eat!"
There once was a girl who rolled free in the hay.
Then she saw a packed loft on her wedding day.
There once soared a fire that brought cries of: " Help!"
There was a whipping out back of a brazen young whelp.
He once had a large family. They left him, one by one,
as the red barn was peeling in the long summer sun.
There once was a prize mare who had pictures and praise.
There once stood a red barn. It was here in those days
There still stand two stones, where this man and his wife
became one with the land to which they gave their life.
My heart is like a blood red rose
I let its petals cup my pain
Its thorns sharp and unexpected
My tears mix with the falling rain
The dragon still breathes with fire
After all this time I feel the burn
I gave my love a blood red rose
And now here I'm dying in return
I was abdicated, not once, but many times
by many different people;
but still, each rejection
drove a cool red down, down,
in between my teeth
which were ground-white stubs
of glum, glum, glum.
And the way they tread on my tenderness
is still agony, made so much more so
by my embarrassment, my resentment,
and my pride, and the
cool, cool, red of my
inside, made my heart stop
its glum, glum, glum
In the sun, I was a happy critter -
so able and content a child
just rampant; a worshipper
of the spring, but when life stopped itself,
midway through, I
could not help but be a little
glum.