~house of cards falls down

~house of cards falls down

A Poem by Frieda P


Behind this wall of plastered promises
foundations breaking in trembling tree tops
blocking the zephyrs that cool my keep
no light enters through those blind spots
breezes stuck in lock down's sentiments
torched the bed in emotion's steamroller
desperate structures resting on old laurels
placed a bet at the top floor suite
ended up on ground level's division
watched the house of cards fall down

© 2014 Frieda P

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"desperate structures resting on old laurels
placed a bet at the top floor suite
ended up on ground level's division
watched the house of cards fall down"

This writing scores an ace as far as talking of hopelessness in relationships goes. We can go on for so long on something so little that transpired so many eons ago.

"wall of plastered promises" - a stunning phrase Frieda...it sums up how little we sometimes setlle for! Another gem! And looking forward to more.

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Thanks so much Divya, wasn't sure about this one, I should have known if you read it, you would rela.. read more


Now this is absolutely phenomenal. I loved it. Thank you.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This poem is absolutely gorgeous, rendered with so much emotion.

Posted 9 Years Ago

This makes me wonder if I will ever live in a tower of playing cards again when the penthouse sweet become ground level could be just a gust of wind.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Ah, the house of cards, so desperately kept intact by your speaker in times of distress so long as the surroundings worked towards their favor, so long as the sun continued to shine. Yet, as the leaves in the treetops blocked out the sun, everything had fallen apart. And the house of cards kept intact, now falls down. You convey your message and emotions clearly, well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago

just a light breeze and away goes all our hopes and dreams, guess we must build again, great poem.

Posted 9 Years Ago

I guess none of us stand a chance when the deck is stacked against us. This was fantastic Frieda P. I really like how you write.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Sounds like a inner fight with the demons of the soul and the memories of life

Posted 9 Years Ago

Wow, I think I may be outside your house right now, thats how powerful this was that it blew me right to your house! Damn woman, you keep blowing me away... If you want me to come, just say. ;-) Anyhow, I really did love this one...


Posted 9 Years Ago

To me this is a great metaphorical analogy of someone standing by helplessly as their love life falls apart. An awesomesauce job Moonbeam.

Posted 9 Years Ago

dear Frieda ... cards placed tenderly to reach
a star ... tears in a wind rain down...
an earthquake shakes and cards tumble into
a deck of used dreams... a game of love...
played and lost. A cascade of feelings in a
Hurricane. truly... Pat

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on August 6, 2014
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Frieda P
Frieda P


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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