Broken Little Heart

Broken Little Heart

A Poem by .:Arianna:.

A broken little heart still beats
in folded corners of a chest
When all the while the sorrow eats
away at it, as it knows best

A tired tongue is laying still
in dried out caves deprived of sound
Since Mars has conquered the mind's will
Venus is forced to leave her mound

The blood is languishing, devout,
in rivers made of mud and fat
The eyes fixed on the inside out
not knowing what they're looking at

The gravel crunched beneath the feet
a ritual seems to reach the end
The fingers, desperate to meet
the forehead and the shoulder's friend

And yet the broken heart still beats
because it knows not how to stop
It fills the body's empty streets
with rushing red, drop by drop.


© 2019 .:Arianna:.


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Your words have the feel of song.
"And yet the broken heart still beats
because it knows not how to stop
It fills the body's empty streets
with rushing red, drop by drop."
I loved the above lines. Perfect use of words and thoughts. Thank you Arianna for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 3 Years Ago


Wow. Such an amazingly powerful poem. I loved it. Keep up the great work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


I really enjoyed this poem. Great read!

Posted 3 Years Ago



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.:Arianna:.

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Welcome to my page and thank you for stopping by. I am Arianna, half Dutch, half Greek, half explorer, half philosopher. I was born in Amsterdam but at the age of one I moved with my parents to Greece.. more..

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