Fooled Heart/Misted Eyes Poem by Poetheart Morgan

Fooled Heart/Misted Eyes

Rating: 4.8


I do not have no more
my tresses to play for you
they faded in each year
like a tree in autumn

they just fall in colours
and fall in tears, and fall in hopes
and collapse in love ~too~

i don't know if that is good

i see all from a very high place
so ~so high~

maybe that is the theme from you
high and fall

how could you catch me?
if i am fading
~now in blue~ and more and more transparent


i turned myself in a white-blue woman


for what? OH! I don’t know
just being changed with the autumn
~so many~

and forgetting you and forgetting me
in that deep dive white blue
and has my misted eyes
that cheat my heart

so i will jump!
not in your arms but i know I’ll l fly
after all
i have a fooled heart
and a misted eyes

just turn your head! ! ! !

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
And she jumps!
And he turn his head!
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lisa Weaver 17 January 2014

Felt the pain.But you got the taste of love, so you know its bitter taste.That's life.you're not foolish at all, but a great poetess!

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Marvin Brato 24 December 2013

Love may not perfect, but better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all! In every lost there may come a better replacement! Just move on....

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Ramesh Rai 24 December 2013

I can read the foolishness of heart only in loving guys not in those who are close feasted.may say the open heart is foolish but nice than that of any sharp and cunning heart. your heart glitters than any crystalline element. lovely heart.

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Guy Dimitri Jagodinski 17 December 2013

Beautiful. I enjoyed this.

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Laurie X3 14 December 2013

You are woman, transparent for only a moment! ! ! Then like a Phoenix from the ash will live again! And so is love...the highs and lows, the peaks, the valleys, and the steady in between....it doesn't die, only changes shape and becomes something new that can go places it never did before! So many kinds of love, so many layers in each kind....what falls in the Autumn charges the earth with needs to bloom again in Spring.....dormancy is not death.....only a time when life rests preserving for a better time.....is love any different?

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