Bleeding

Rippling strength flows
Pouring from his bleeding heart
Blood drips from merciless blows
As he loses his sacred part

His life, his ruby river
Mixing with dripping drops of tears
Combines to form a shiver
As he struggles past sadness to peer

His feather pen dips deep
Into his blood horn of bleeding ink
He writes one last thing to keep
So he can die with hope and sink.

His last breath blows through him
His pen writes the words he seeks
The words appear as his eyes dim
"I love you still" with his last peek.

Reviews

[Taja B.]

I really like this poem. This is sorta like something I wrote last august, but this poem is so much better than the poem I wrote then!!!lol...Well I thought this was a very nice poem and I could definitely relate to it in real life because I was going through the same situation for months!!! And I think I'm sorta going through that situation right now!!lol...
Nice poem!!!

[Dillon Monroe]

This poem is so close to home. I love him still (family member not partner). I miss him and I can't imagine what losing your loved one is like. Hopefully I will never know. Great job. Beautiful. I did almost cry. Great job.

[Crap!]

Ahwww... That's the poets heart, that is every poet I know, "Blood spilled out in ink on lines.."
But you do the idea justice because you feel what you write. A good read

[Sandy M. Mestdagh]

Good job on the poem. It is spoken from the heart. Very nice. I really enjoyed it!

[From-the-shadows]

Good job. I enjoyed it very much. One thing "Mixing with dripping drops of tears
As he struggles past sadness to peer
Tears is plural and peer isn't which actually it can't be but you get my meaning I think. You could change it to "As he struggles, past his sadness he peers. Thats all though other wise very good job.