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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Sherbs Dreaming Tree Of Poetry
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Kirkcaldy, Sherbs house on Sherbs street :D, United Kingdom



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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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