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Emotions Are Not To Be Feared

Emotions Are Not To Be Feared

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver


Daughter has a disease
de-wombed mother
no sense of ease
a void in soul eternal

I purge with sore heart
am I blind in my own denials
have I caused the swifts to be silent
have I crucified my heart too often 
tell me it is not so
it is not so
not so

Hold this discomfort
pierce the bubbled pain
give me butterscotch
so I can remember innocent days

Awareness is a fortress, heavily guarded
by bloody swords and memories of lullabies
fate, tell me about the state of my sanity
be the master to my puppet motions
I am lifeless, all notions but flotsam 
of emotion, crashed upon a littered shore

There floats my unrest
all efforts of my best
I am splintered on the tide 
of smashed, mosaic perception
give me daisy chains
respite from the rain

Suck the poison from my wounds
as I pen the texture of my scars
wrinkled and contorted
ugly and distorted
suck the poison out
cleanse me then bury
my weakened form
where stars will tickle 
my skin, un-uniformed










©2015 PoppySilver

© 2015 Poppy Ruth Silver



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Absolutely amazing. My particular favorite stanza was:
Suck the poison from my wounds
as I pen the texture of my scars
wrinkled and contorted
ugly and distorted
suck the poison out
cleanse me then bury
my weakened form
where stars will tickle
my skin, un-uniformed

The best aspects of this poem was the sound, it lacked a steady or common rhyme scheme but read aloud it all sounds as if it flows together in a sort of distorted harmony. I also loved the general message of the poem, all the feelings that you conveyed through every line of what you have written here. The message of this was a little beyond my understanding in some places- as if there were things you still couldn't share. It made the piece that many times more complex and beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 2 Years Ago


My dear friend. Powerful and honest thoughts in the poetry.
"Suck the poison from my wounds
as I pen the texture of my scars
wrinkled and contorted
ugly and distorted
suck the poison out
cleanse me then bury
my weakened form
where stars will tickle
my skin, un-uniformed"
You took the reader to deep thoughts and secret places. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


We all have scars, most are deep within and not visible to other people. Valentine

Posted 2 Years Ago


A poem with raw emotion...great work Poppy...

Posted 2 Years Ago


"as I pen the texture of my scars
wrinkled and contorted
ugly and distorted"

Very striking imagery: combining touch with sight is unique and memorable for me.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Oh Poppy, there's such pain in this writing! Tis as if you're turned inside out, not knowing how to be, how to feel - needing, begging, for hands and more to calm and heal.

But what really reaches out to me is, ' Hold this discomfort - pierce the bubbled pain - give me butterscotch - so I can remember innocent days..' There's such longing to rest gently and peacefully in your skin...

Posted 2 Years Ago


There are no words for me to describe how this poem makes me feel.
Such a jarring experience. Honest, raw and a bit frightening....
but in the end I did not give up hope on our eyes being locked on to
infinite beauty once again.


Posted 2 Years Ago


A poem which rides on the waves created by strong emotions which splash your existence everyday. There is no respite in this hopeless situation except the words which release from a beautiful mind in the form of this beautiful piece of poetry. Keep fighting, do not give up, keep your soul intact and in fact there is a happiness and glory in everyday battle no matter how gory it may be. Keep raising your armor and stay a warrior. And wounds will heal and let the universe(read Love) make you happy.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Every line, every stanza, with all the feels, is a tribute to the title. It's rare that one can so accurately pinpoint the human experience so that everyone, every-single-person can relate. Amazing!

Posted 2 Years Ago


"Suck the poison from my wounds
as I pen the texture of my scars
wrinkled and contorted
ugly and distorted"

Love that entire stanza... especially those lines. Great write and anytime you put Deftones on a poem I love it :)

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..

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