PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

30 pieces of silver


30 pieces of silver She said she fell in love with the guy who gave her a reason to smile She said as an orphan she found hope in his eyes and comfort in his arms She said he was perfect and his words were like charm She said he loved her Even more than Judas's love for 30 pieces of silver She said the flower was her pride, and she kept it like a gold egg But she trusted him when his soft arms parted her legs His eyes read "trust me" and that was all she did Until his strength broke her vase, and the red pigment of her broken rose stained the white sheet He bought her priceless flower with just 30 pieces of silver She said his lips promised marriage, his words were an assurance to a future Until she left his arms and rushed to the toilet to regurgitate the love she had received Until their was really a sign that their will be a bond tomorrow She said she smiled to her heart looking into the sudden dark eyes of her man love And all she saw was his hands reaching out to her with 30 pieces of silver You know what to do was all he said while leaving in a haste it was as if every organ stopped working, and her ear wished it was in a bad state Tears dripped from every pore on her skin, that was probably the last time she saw his face She said it was then she met her fate She looked around and she had no one, all she had was a growing foetus in her womb and in her hand was 30 pieces of silver Weeks went by and no sign of the man that promised her a life, she ran as fast as her legs could manage Her head thinking of nowhere and her eyes see nowhere as safe Until her legs grew weak and she found comfort under an oak She placed her hand on her stomach and felt the baby move and tears fell from her eyes, her head could think of just one thing The next moment people gathered to see a rope taking her last breath from her and all that was left was 30 pieces of silver. #Your greatest fear should be those you love #trust as rarely as you can . #strategy
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.