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The web content presents a sonnet titled "Angelic Tears in Your Eyes," which reflects on the pain of lost love and inner wounds, inspired by the Poetry Playground Writing Prompt #14.

Abstract

The poem "Angelic Tears in Your Eyes" is a poignant exploration of emotional turmoil, depicted through the metaphor of a fire wandering in the night and the haunting presence of a ghost in silent verse. The author describes the sorrowful eyes that paint shades of grey and the angelic tears that are likened to a curse upon fatal arrows. These tears cut like a sharp blade, revealing the depth of grief and the bitterness of a love that now seems false or tainted. The poem concludes with the speaker's voice silenced by the inner wound, holding onto hope that their heart will not become as cold as stone. The sonnet was motivated by the Poetry Playground Writing Prompt #14, and readers are invited to join the Poetry Playground community and explore more works, such as "A Misled Reality."

Opinions

  • The poem conveys a deep sense of loss and betrayal, suggesting that the speaker's last love was not genuine.
  • The author uses vivid imagery, such as "angelic tears" and "severe fatal arrows," to express the intensity of emotional pain.
  • There is a sense of transformation or irreversible change, as the speaker's voice is lost and they fear their heart turning to stone.
  • The poem is part of a larger creative endeavor, the Poetry Playground, which encourages readers to engage with poetry and perhaps to write their own.
  • The inclusion of a photograph by Alexander Grey and links to further reading suggests an interplay between different forms of artistic expression and a desire to foster a community of poetry enthusiasts.

POETRY / SONNET / PROMPT

Angelic Tears in Your Eyes

Inner wounds

Photo by Alexander Grey on Unsplash

A fire wanders in the gloomy night— Is this a mere sigh I hear? Then a cry?! I’m dreaming… A shadow comes into sight… I feel how much you hurt me and ask: why?

And you are the ghost in my silent verse. Your eyes paint the greyish shades of sorrow. The angelic tears in them are a curse On the tips of severe fatal arrows…

Like a sharp blade, they cleave at once my soul, While I touch the hidden corner of grief. Our last poor love was a play or foul — A sharpened sword in the hand of a thief!

After this inner wound, my voice is gone. I hope my heart won’t be as cold as stone…

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