I wrote this poem when I was bored in class. enjoy :)
In whispered glass, a shattered form, Not beauty's gaze, but inner storm. A crimson script on skin so pale, A whispered plea, a mournful wail. They call it seeking, shallow cries, But in the depths, a lost soul lies. A hidden blade, a whispered plea, The pain unseen, a raging sea.
A crimson line, a blossom dipped in night, A fragile bloom, in fading light. Don't turn away, from shadows deep, Where hearts with etchings secrets keep. A tender touch, a listening ear, Can chase away the lurking fear. This mournful dance, no passing trend, A wounded soul, in need of a friend.
The world, a canvas vast and cold, Where dreams are bought and stories sold. Perfection's ghost, a haunting guise, In mirrored halls, where sadness lies. Hope's embers dim, in darkest night, A flickering flame, devoid of light. But whispers rise, a gentle plea, For healing hands, and hearts set free.
A crimson line, a blossom dipped in night, A fragile bloom, in fading light. Don't turn away, from shadows deep, Where hearts with etchings secrets keep. A tender touch, a listening ear, Can chase away the lurking fear. This mournful dance, no passing trend, A wounded soul, in need of a friend.
The scars may etch a shadowed rhyme, A memory whispered through time. But hope remains, a seed to sow, A chance for hearts to bloom and grow.
(A crimson line, a blossom dipped in night, A fragile bloom, in healing light. Don't turn away, from shadows deep, Where hearts awaken, from slumber's sleep. A gentle hand, a listening ear, To mend the wounds, and conquer fear. This mournful dance, a story's end, A wounded soul, becomes a friend.
You are not lost, in shadows vast, A brighter dawn, awaits at last. With open arms, let kindness mend, The broken wings, that yearn to ascend.
JE LEEST
Fragments
PoëzieA book of short stories and poems. A large mix of emotions, sad, lonely, dysphoric, happy, being in love, etc. I write about whatever is on my mind.
