Blood tears

A poem dedicated to silent love and lovers.

You know? In life, men are glory,

Victims of hatred and very lonely.

When the sun sets, they all sleep,

And among their dreams take a trip;

Away, where secretly hidden love

Waits for their souls, high above...

Where true words know no mistakes;

Where time is just snow and flakes,

Long, with no limits and expends,

To heads where one feeling pends:

The feeling of love and compassion,

And devotion beyond any passion!

Where the world is infinitely vast,

Keeping together lovers who must

Defend love for the sake of life.

A life which ends through the cut,

Deadly and ferocious, of a knife.

You know? In life, men are big gut.

You know? In life, men are glory,

Whatever they do they are lonely,

If, when love comes, they try to hide

Behind curtains of lies that died!

When they wake up, all is gone;

Like a rainbow coming after the sun.

Like a dream that's doomed to vanish,

With eyes craving for bread and fish,

With eyes opening to shadow and light,

Shedding tears with blood and fight.

You know? In life, men are glory,

Very talkative and yet very phony.

Reviews

[Lord Da Crownsmeyer]

I couldn't thank you enough mr, for you sincerity and honesty...ur comments meant the world for me..thank you...hope to hear from you soon. :D

[Dom Macchiaroli]

This poem needs a tune put to it. Maybe you already have one.

The best line(s):
"You know? In life, men are glory,
Very talkative and yet very phony."

You've summed up my gender very well.