Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	22-November 06:46:10 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Don't Kill the Messenger

Contributed by Cancer on Monday, 27th January 2003 @ 06:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

i caressed his still bloody wings
and listened as he told me
most of what he had seen
he wouldn't come right out and say it
but, it was written all over his tiny face
it was almost over
over for me, therefore, over for him
he was weeping and who could blame him?
he had gone forward
and helplessly witnessed
the Destruction of his Keeper
and, therefore, his own violent Demise
he said to me:
"you know, i could've been an Angel
a being of infinite beauty
instead, i chose to be this
a butterfly
a messenger, a symbol
i could've been above this
pure...beyond the reach of Death
i could've been..."

i see now that all the things
i've come to love
it is too late to save
life in the past is no life at all
only memories revived by sorrow and regret
all that has already happened
has come back for a final dance
and as the last song fades, i'll wake alone
not in a bed
but back in my Black Garden
on my throne of *****
it has become almost meaningless
through the passage of time
as most things tend to do
i'll rot alone in the shadows of my mind
surrounded by pieces of you
i'll put them together
but it won't be the same
just overused memories
faded and lame
time will pass
and i'll lose my face
someone new will appear
to take my place
in the hearts of those
i held so close
all my fault
this is the path i chose
but, for now, i sob
with a Dead Butterfly
knowing that, soon
i too will Die

Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-01-27 06:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Don't Kill the Messenger (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Friday, 31st January 2003 @ 08:02:24 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Dude I love this a lot of heartache and pain in this one. A lot of imagery. I just liked it all.

Bobo (Joel)

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com