In her favorite rocking chair
she sits brushing silver hair
watching as November rains turn into snow
She remembers younger days
that have vanished in the haze
with the friends and lovers that she used to know
Cup of coffee in her hand
things didn't turn out like she'd planned
takes another sip and thinks about her past
How the moments turned to years
and the smiles turned into tears
can't imagine how her life has gone so fast
Once upon a day gone by
she could catch a young mans eye
turning heads and winning hearts were only games
Memories passing in a blur
now she can't recall for sure
all the places or the faces nor the names
So she gives a sigh and stands
holds the cup in shaky hands
walking slowly from the window by her chair
Drops the brush upon the floor
opens up her bedroom door
starts to cry because she has no one to care
Lying down upon her bed
rests her old and tired head
wishing for an end to all her lonely pain
Closes eyes and falls asleep
this, the last time she will weep
Soul released to vanish with November rain
Author notes
Written January 20th, 2005
A contest entry
- November Rain. by Poetic Aphrodite.
300 points, ended April 12, 2007, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - GOT GOLD? Calling all single silvers..... by Paloszoo.
700 points, ended November 13, 2008, 41 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - GIVE ME YOUR BEST by SouthpawGA.
1000 points, ended January 24, 23 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Life by darlintlc.
600 points, ended February 24, 8 entries
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This is so sad. In our country we act as if we are ashamed of the ones we should hold in high regard.
Thanks for entering my contest and congrats on the trophies!
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This is such a tragic, sweet story you have presented. It is so clear it leaps to life in the mind and reminds me of so many aged women I've known in my life. How many end their days alone, in some rest home or in an old house with no family. Isn't it just a tragedy.
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Even though....
Even though it wasn't Left aligned, as asked, I like this poem, though it's very sad (reminds me of one of my own: "Mother's Eyes"). I think you've done a nice job here. Congratulations on a nice write
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This is just beautiful! Thanks for entering my contest. I'm honored to have you share your work here. Good luck!
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Thankyou for your beautiful entry, Bella
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Wonderment
Absolutely wonderful!
Your work on me has a pull.
Of it I will not get full.
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You have such an exquisite way of getting your point across. Every poem is a treat of a different flavor. I feel as if I am in the same room, watching this scene unfold. I can feel the heaviness of sadness as it hangs in the air. This is wonderful!
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~~~Touchof1der~~~
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wow
oh my god...this is so beautiful...wow. I loved the set up of it all...I've never read a poem with that format...but thats nothing compared to your words...its sad but its also very peaceful, there seems to be this great sense of release by the end...like she found someone to want her...but I'm not sure where I got that. -
Because of .. well just because. I think you're perhaps the most brilliant writer I know.. I deleted my other smart ass remarks and will stick with this. I hate this poem because it is me personified.. but as for the writing itself ... it is glorious. I can visualize everything.. and even know that the advancment of age can make a woman want to die; as silly as that sounds to some .. it is true of many... because sometimes, looks are all that some have.. and when that is gone .. there is nothing. You capture the lonely feeling and the heartache so very, very well and I am left to wonder how it is that you know?
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this is beautiful in its expression of sorrow, i love the end perhaps because it made me feel like crying
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Very touching and poignant write about the sadness of advancement of age. I liked the form, rhythm was slightly out in Stanza 3 ( 3rd line) but I don't think it takes away from a well written poem
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Looks Like I've found and old friend. I use to read your stuff on yourpoetry.com. Glad you found this sight, or maybe you've been here and I just found you. Your writing is still beautiful.
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Wow.....very deep. I like this poem because of the way it rhymed......it wasnt every line rhymes with the last. Poems like that sometimes get a little tireing to read. Yours on the other hand is refreshing.
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I agree, well written though the flow could use some work in a few places.
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*tear*
Very well written--interesting rhyming scheme. This is a moving expression of lost love, and lost hope.
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