Tree of Woe


Tree of Woe

Flowing crescendo, bitter tears burn

crying loudly, true believers yearn

mine enemies knocking, darkness pouncing

impenetrabley foul, dark darkness bouncing

Great tree of woe beckons, branches enraged

HUngry tree shimmering, roots firmly engaged

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am2anangel commented on Tree of Woe


great write with much feeling and depth. wondered if you were still around. glad to see you're still writing. Many have left here. well done. -Tonya



Hey long time no speaky, i imagine most are gone lol thats probably good for poetry in general anyway. what cha writin these days am2

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

rougepriest’s Poems (11)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Tree of Woe 1
A Little Thought 1
Sympathys Dowry 1
Chapter 34 1
Born Again 1
Feedback Gone Awry 0
Contemptuous virtue 0
Dark Screamers 22
Last Place I Looked 7
Deaths Tendril 9
Gentle Dream 17