"After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears. "
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George Gordon (Lord) Byron: When we two parted
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My memory is full.
There is no room for anymore of this
undying and unyielding dream.
I have slipped from stagnant slumber
To uncomfortable silence.
My Memory is full.
It can no longer bear the brutal stab
Of long draw, long hated
But long worshiped, love.
The cracked mirror on the dresser
reveals, among the age spots
and the film of grease,
Another world.
And there, deep amongst discarded
ends and melancholy beauty
Is the place, eternal brightness, that i seek.
I feel as if the mirror world and mine
Have been reversed, and this young rose
has watched her petals fall.
From a bloom, fresh with living, that
Is (and always was) shy in beams of light.
That in this mirror image
is reflected in the night.
I crave a time I knew not
what it meant to wilt.
This man who once i showed my soul
Now sent to taunt my peaceful dreams.
And what words are there left?
And what to share?
And what to say to him who knows me best?
And yet he won't enjoy my flesh.
Or can't.
And I am torn apart, not knowing
If my petals scent his thoughts.
Does my image fill his days?
Or nights?
This lone messiah, this angel
This Harbinger
Has stolen half my will to love again.
And yet, despite that torment
I so freely give myself again.
A faerie, who would sell her wings
For just one sign of mutual desire.
I would I was the silent teardrop
that traces down that cheek.
To feel the contours of your face,
To tremble softly on your lips,
And dissipate
A tiny drop of essence sent into the air.
To be breathed in, and feed this troubled mind
With everlasting longing.
And hope.
And loss.
You were the one my soul chose to
kiss goodbye.
Yours was the final hand.
And so let my gravestone read:
"here lies a heart that morned its muse,
And losing did concede."
For there never was, and ever more
A way to bathe it clean.
My memory is full.
There is no room for anymore of this
undying and unyielding dream.
I do not have the courage
To reveal what killed me in the end.
Author notes
Written September 7th, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- I want to feel so sad, Gimme what'cha got... by PoEtS-bLeEd-InK.
300 points, ended June 20, 2006, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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beautiful
you are defenetly a fan on Lord Byron as well as Edgar Alan Poe I can see it..I really loved this poem its very powerfull I thought for A second you were in the mind of Lord Byron...It gave me the same feeling i got the first time i read When we too parted, which by the way is one of my favorite poems of all time. You SHould read "The lotus Blossom Cowers" its a very beautiful poem I cant quiet recall who wrote it though I think it was henrietta something but im not positive. Anyways great write this is defenetly one of those poems ill keep coming back to read.
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beautiful
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Wow, I think I may have to read that a couple more times to understand it completely. But that's ok, this poem is good from what I can see so far, I like it a lot.
Kissing
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Oh this is really a beautiful poem...the longing...the hopelessness is described so vividly...excellent use of imagery
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Excellent
Wow
A tiny drop of essence sent into the air.
To be breathed in, and feed this troubled mind
With everlasting longing.
And hope.
And loss.
Almost Excellent, a grade I rearly give -
this is just great !woaw ! its so wonderful ! i loved this ! thanks for the entry ! best wishes in the contest !
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Wow, this is really good, I love the metaphors you chose, and it's just oure beauty, beneath the darkness. Wonderful job, and keep it up.
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wow...some how almost echos part of La Belle Dame.. a loss of a muse.. But infinately better!!!!!! so beautiful.. so dark.. kinda hopeless. Bit Evanescence-y in bits too... so gorgeous.
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Thankyou to everyone who commented - i would like to take this chance to explain that this is not personal. Nor is the "death" in any way literal - it is metaphorical.
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such good use of imagery and your memory seems to be full of unwanted memories. Thanks for sharing
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A bit long, but better than the last 5 I've read.
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Good Work
Don't give up... ever! Dispite the pain you can take away memories that will help to sustain you. I love these lines:
I crave a time I knew not
what it meant to wilt.
This man who once i showed my soul
Now sent to taunt my peaceful dreams.
Each person i've loved has done exactly this to me, but it never lasts. Beautiful poem. -
Very deep meaning poem full of images and scenes you have shared with the readers. Enjoyed this read.
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