Walking the streets, with a mind of pain and virtue

Walking the streets, with a mind of pain and virtue

A Poem by Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

She swept in like a wraith

Panicked whispers

Screaming virtuous knowledge


On the call of the rain

In such violence

In a river of blood

This is her wakening


Suffering frenzies of pain

She lingers

Aloft towers of ivory


Her scars

As sweet as the kisses she lays


Her eyes as deep as the ocean

Weeping agony


This soul struck witch

Walks alone

On a path of pain and virtue


© 2011 Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

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melancholy and haunting.

Posted 8 Years Ago

So descriptive. Well Done!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very well written.
This one really struck me.

Posted 8 Years Ago

such a prevailing gloom and dejection lingering powerfully in every line creating such a quivering image of pain.
beautifully written

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Short and darkening. A sweet tale of evil. Nicely written :)

Posted 8 Years Ago

Vibrant, stunning contrasts of beauty and agony.. There is the wonder of the world, strung through the lines of fierce bloodshed tears. Powerful!

Posted 8 Years Ago

not sure what to say about this one. the wording and the feelings are incredibly breathtaking. but i'm just not sure i am interpreting this one right....

Posted 8 Years Ago

WOW.. mind blown..

Posted 8 Years Ago

An amazing masterpiece. Very imagery and descriptive, a soulful write. Feel pleasant while reading your strong and powerful words. Also, I adore the way you used the language. A really penned poem. Love it so much.

Posted 8 Years Ago

well done

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 17, 2011
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Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry
Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry

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I am Sherb of Sherbs Dreaming tree, Come inside and see, My marvellous range of tea. Haha Im Sherb I love poetry, it was my life for wuite a while and i have been suffering an 18 month block .. more..


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