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I have eaten the fruit from the tree of life
and taken knowledge that was not mine
the clouds are fighting the sun light
though the moon still shines so bright

One enemy of so many who knows us so well
takes our love away and sends us to hell
I do not hear screams or see the fires
I have become deaf and blind
just for the serpent getting in my mind

No matter what love God has for me
I stand here to prove we are all equals
made so perfect but able to do wrong
but given love to escape from hell
a second chance for all those that fell

I have eaten the fruit from the tree of life
and taken knowledge that was not mine
I spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper
and sat atop a mountain near Jerusalem, praying to God, asking his forgiveness for the blood spilled by my hand
I spent some time in Italy where I saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishing of her dreadful uncle

But despite my good deeds I have been weighed
I have been measured
And I have absolutely...
Been found wanting

Welcome to the New World. God save me, if it is right that he should do so
Tried something different in this poem, not sure if it works, please let me know in the comments of you opinions.

Some of you might recognize some of the lines from this that is because I took the last bit from my favorite film A Knight's Tale and tried to include it in to the poem and for the rest of it I had inspiration from poems by

Seamus Heaney
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Raymond Carver

They are all really good poets and I hope that their fans like this poem

as I said above I tried something different so please let me know what you think in the comments

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it, if you have any questions please ask them and I will try to answer them a.s.a.p.


Thank you to Pure LOVE
http://hellopoetry.com/pure-love/
For the suggestion for the name of the poem
I wanted it to be you
I wanted it to be you so badly
but I am not Alice
and this is not my wonderland

j.f
~ i dont know really.
perhaps imprinting this razor into my thigh could be considered "grieving"
as you lying down in bed all day weeping
and perhaps my means of adjustment more productive
in that afterwards I could arrange a fake smile upon my face and move along
while you stay in that same place all day
(on those 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets)
listening to that same song
although both our mental states as shattered as broken plates after the plate tectonics broke underneath that chestnut oak
in oakland
I was not informed that when you fall in love,
you’re supposed to shout ‘This Means War’
at the top of your lungs, and dare the world
to catch up with the soles of your feet. You

ran across plains and through valleys, the
soles of your shoes worn out from stomping
out tiny fires, all started by your temper. I was not

informed that you were permitted to burn down
and pillage villages with your careless acts of
lust. I've learned that the world is not exactly round
however it's magical in the sence that it’s got a

way of putting you right back in the spot you were
trying to escape from. I saw fighter jets and
missiles in your eyes, and felt bombs in your pulse.
I loved you, though. Your lips were the only thing left

of you. But even they swore and spewed anger. I
was not informed that when you fall in love, your
heart is supposed to die. You struck fear in the depth
of my soul...but I forgot:  ‘all is fair in love and war’.
blah
 Apr 2014 Yhama ButterFly
Dianna
Whenever i try sneaking a peek at you or a sideways glance
I see so much beauty
Hidden in those insecure and tired eyes
you see
I have fallen deeply in love with your flaws
your imperfections

whenever i hear you say, you hate yourself...it hurts me


My Dear you are Imperfectly perfect*

I wish and hope with all of my heart and soul
that you'll see that one day

you are beautiful
**Inside & Out
 Apr 2014 Yhama ButterFly
Dianna
I feel
as if I am
a broken doll
in need of

repair and parts
Waiting for someone
to wind me up

Look at the many stitches
of my body
that keeps me together

Am I not Beautiful ?

My parched lips
Acheing
Each time I try to
smile

just look at my rib cage
and boney arms

That reach for you
And my starving heart

this empty hole
in my chest
I keep covered 

That craves
freedom

Will you fix me ?
Or at least
Try To

Help me

Do I mean anything
to you ?
At all Or am I

Simply just
entertainment

That's right
now that my music
has stop playing 

you toss me
back in to the box 
Along
with the other
forgotten toys 

That have been
long gone

Where my loneliness
plagues me 

And I sit in tears
Numb

With these
shadows 
hanging over me

watching
Pointing
&
Laughing

Until you decide
to take me out
again
 Apr 2014 Yhama ButterFly
Dianna
I find the minds of others
                                                          ­
                                                 to be fascinating and so
            
                                                                ­               exceptionally wonderful

                                                    ­     
                                                              ­                                Because each
                                                                ­                     and every person I  meet
                              
                          ­      Provides with a new perspective
                            
                    In a way ,

      Lets me see


                   the world

                                    through              eye­s  
                                                  *their
 Apr 2014 Yhama ButterFly
Dianna
Hold me close As I rest
my head on
your chest
falling asleep
While listening
to the beating rhythm
of your heart
And
Never let me
go
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