A Hand For A Quill

by Kurt   Apr 4, 2007


Blood red letters upon the wall
Written in a familiar scrawl
The scarlet streaks down the paint
Without a care or restraint

The poet in the truest form
Bleeds away from public scorn
Takes his hate and lets it out
Intimidating the most devout

While the time slowly passes by
Society is left to question why
They act like they don't understand
That the ink is blood, the quill his hand

© Kurt Hampton 2007

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  • 17 years ago

    by Vanessa

    Wow. That was chilling. The flow was absoultly perfect. The word choice was excellent. the emtion was strong, and clear. I loved the idea behind it, it is easy to relate to.

  • 17 years ago

    by Amie

    I really like the words you used in this poem. :) keep up the good work!

  • 17 years ago

    by Teria

    I absolutely loved this poem!!
    But, as I stated two poems before; punctuation can harm it.
    It did just a bit with the flow in this poem. But, the flow was decent.
    The poem on the other hand, it was outstanding!
    Easily related to, once again.
    Which I absolutely love with poems, along with them coming from the heart.
    Just as the others, this one did as well.
    Which made it the perfect poem. :]

    Great Job. :]

    Oh, I loved the idea of it as well!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Karl Wild GG23

    I thought that this poem was written very nicely and was pretty solid for the most part. I like the fact that you kept it short and got the point across quick. The flow was great and the words suited the poem perfectly. great write 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by LadyPearl

    I wish I could write more than just a one-liner comment on this poem. But I like everything about it and your ending was quite strong.

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