Scars

I just said .......ahhhhhhhhhh out loud with your last line! This IS what makes a person a poet. My nomination! ~ "Just as what you dream is your own and no one else can observe it, so the world you see is your own." ~ Nisargadatta

liked it a lot , but sort of expected it to rhyme more love lou xx

You just described me too, so many scars and spent the last 30 years hoping to die. Like Kailashana said, “last line… ahhhhh” I love the ending because that’s me too…fabulous and so heartfelt….I love it. PS A nominate from me too for your honesty. Rosina xena465

Five stars and a nomination! Always, Cat

Very well crafted this one Randy. I loved the flow of it, the honesty in it and just all in all the read. Very good here friend!!! Worthy of a Nom for sure! Mona xoox

Everyone has said such lovely things about your poetry...i wish your soul His healing touch... i loved it...it is simply beautiful and beautifully simple.. warmly...raj (sublime_ocean)...

I am sorry, but sometimes were begining to sound like, if not an agony aunt, then a confessional, and i beleive neopoet is so much better than this.. Regards Roscoe....

Very reflective and moving write Hobo, no suggestions. Deep stuff. Julie D.D.

//i know a man with so many scars on his soul all he can do is write so i write// A very well deserved spotlight… we must introduce a” lime- light” series too where the highest percentage spot light poem, appears alongside, till that percentage is exceeded by another poetry. What do others think???

Hobo. First I must say a poem to remember forever And a day.. No not beacuse it flew of of your toung. For it to I held no stuge trying to be a poet. It held only truth and pictures of your gray to be displayed like a piece of meat. By chance you will have a clue to my mind as I my friend am to be the soldier that now is to look back and say. I wish I was a rat running from the faultering ship. Yes I for sure will pass away to the lady the sea. Yet I gave it a shot instead of digging a grave for so many that luck was the only way to find yourself a man agian. The ladies you speak of I shed tear to. The men I just place a salute and say lets go lets go lets go. I'm sure you will see each of them agian as I wonder my fate in the end. Will they be upset and yell that some demon kept thier souls in a canteen. Then I must say no it was just me that took your souls and placed them to my strap. I'm sorry as I knew nothing els to do. Yet I set you all free on a river so far from war so fine to be so verry beautifull. Perhaps a mistake and well if you think that then I will stand down placing my weapons to the ground and my soul my heart my eyes will be yours to decide what to be done with a retch such as I.

what an admission and what a write - in no particular order! I was impressed by the content - since it reflects so many of the "walking dead"; the "angry" the "unforgiving" people in our environment - and on days - our very own selves! Good one! Bonita j

most poets if not all, write when their heart is filled with something... i for instance am inspired to write when i feel like i'm alone or lost... i like your poem.. it reminds me of who i am when i write some lines... regards, reyh

Mona

My scars are my badge of honor. I lost, but I have loved. And I may loose again. But I will go down loving. Take Care. huey