Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
Uniquely exquisite! Words fail me.
Really nice and really beautiful. I'm not really sure what else I can say about this. I loved it.
This is awesome. I really like it much
<3 i cant even respond
I simply have no word to describe the beauty of this poem.
that is a beautiful poem and i don't mind if it cliche
This reminds me of a character out of a book I read he was called patch
it has a kind of sad beauty about it
wow! its great i luv it
I like it a lot of nice imagery and blends well together
this is rally good
i like it
This is beautiful!
omg this is awesome!!
Eh... I guess this just isn't my kind of poetry. Doesn't really churn me in any way. No disrespect.
Excuse me? What's wrong with it, and what kind of poetry do you prefer?
There's nothing wrong with it, it just isn't my taste. I'm a little lost in the plot and purpose. I guess I prefer narrative poetry rather than poetry that tries to paint a picture. Again, no offense to the writer.
wow, just wow. This is amazing work.
He looks like Jin off of tekken
I think that that is one awesome poem! I love the picture.
While I really like the theme and wording, the rhythm really needs improvement.
i have this exact same pic!!!!!
I love this! And maybe I'm being really biased and this isn't a good poem. I'm not so much into poetry in the first place, but all the pretty words and the picture really kind of won me over on this one.
the only real problem i have with this (i don't care about cliches for the most part) is that it's really hard to read! i mean, the rhyme scheme (if there is one) is all over the place, lines are so erratic, stanzas have no common ground.
It's actually a quite effectifve free verse, no need to rhyme. The lines may be a bit on the erratic side but I have no clue what you may mean about no common ground amoung stanzas. I actually found it to be quite a nice poem.
Maybe it is just me and my personal preferences, which is hard to get around when "commenting", but I just feel like it's awkwardly straddling the line between poem and narrative. I'm not saying it has to rhyme, but it needs a bit more oomph, because when I read it, I don't particularly feel anything. When I read this, I see a angel, near-death, accepting his/her death and "flying". I don't actually recall what I meant by "common ground", maybe it was just another thing about how erratic the lines were.
Well we all have preferences I can understand what you might mean about needing more oomph. Personally if I had written I would have rewritten three times before putting it up so the oomphier the better!
this reminds me of the book Hush Hush!