Lupine gathering
Bequeathed
Salacious opera
Your call faithful,
Howling at the moon _ not _
Taring my faulty soul apart.
Thrown to the serpents a tigress,
Warrior-woman, a saint,
Telling our stories, gracious,
Tales of the lost and found.
Moment of cascading fang-riddles,
Truth of the hearts healing with poison,
Through lacerations bleeding I share my collectables,
Fresh tears wept for a broken heart.
Whip Of God
Theodora Oniceanu
Poet's note: Poem inspired by a struggle and fight for survival, inter-racial troubles and acts of cruelty, betrayal and natural instincts.
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Poem topics: heart, lost, moon, truth, woman, fresh, soul, moment, broken, share, thrown, poison, gracious, warrior, saint, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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