_Silence of the verse_

_Silence of the verse_

A Poem by Frieda P
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Buried alive under darkly jaded poetry
   ink trickled a hideous shade of envy,
 breathe in your words
    and I'm left trembling
             withering on an exhaled vine
there once was a stanza,
    pen'd in rose tinted hues
        used to dance 'tween the lines
               all that remains are metered thorns
           
sonnets darkly etched upon my breast,
    the silence of rhyme
          in regretful wasted time, 
        bled out without a single sound
          leaving behind an empty verse
                     & an embittered love song...


 

© 2014 Frieda P



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OUCH, what a heart breaking poem... it bleeds the silence and anger of "all that remains are metered thorns / sonnets darkly etched upon my breast," I love these lines too, " and I'm left trembling / withering on an exhaled vine"... the emptiness that flow through your poem is palpable and leaves the reader feeling betrayed by silence and in need of warmth of loudly "rose painted hues"... And as usual, the music adds a deeper dimension to your words... ok think I will go listen to Mozart's "Requiem" and cheer up some... you always make my heart burn Frieda... and I love you for it
~~redzone



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Elegant and poignant piece, love the song...

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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

I was actually inspired by the music, thanks so much Amos.
This is beautiful yet sad Frieda. xo

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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Thanks Ana Sophia. xo
Such a sad and empty refrain. No life and love is always there if you want to take it.........

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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Like you've never been.......................
John Alexander McFadyen

3 Years Ago

Stop...............please.
Frieda P

3 Years Ago

Oh man, you can give it though.
This is sad, with a tremendous sense of anger and loss. Jaded indeed.

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Frieda P

3 Years Ago

I go where the wind blows me, thanks so much KL.

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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