Oh Cathy, my Cathy, a wretch doth I be,
surely, oh surely, I do miss thee.
The smile on your face when you were around,
lost from view as you were put in the ground.
I love thee, I do, with all of my heart,
in this broken vessel of mine we'll not part.
My soul reaches out to you across the divide,
my poor heart shattered and twisted inside.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, a wretch doth I be,
surely, Oh surely, I do miss thee.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, my soul pines for thee,
heart, my heart, has been captured by ye.
Life is so hard without you by my side,
tis cruel and vicious as is my pride.
My love is eternal till we meet again,
tattered by loneliness, surrounded by pain.
thoughts of you always, wanting to be with you,
I'll always love you, will always be true.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, my soul pines for thee,
heart, my heart, has been captured by ye.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, my soul is thine,
misery, oh misery until we meet again.
A hole in my chest never to be filled,
my happiness tied to you, has been killed.
My life a parody of life, missing thine love,
hoping for nothing more than to meet thee above.
Cruelty comes easily now, with nary a thought,
happiness without thee cannot be bought.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, my soul is thine,
misery, oh misery until we meet again.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, I'm nothing without thy love,
cliffs, oh cliffs, I go to now, wishing for a shove.
My life pointless having no purpose with thee gone,
I wish nothing more than to be with ye anon.
Let us meet there on the cliffs my dear,
I will come to join you without any fear.
A stumble, a trip, and then a long awaited fall,
we would be together again, I can give you my all.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, I'm nothing without thy love,
cliffs, oh cliffs, I go to now, wishing for a shove.
Cathy, Oh Cathy, I'm on my way.
We will meet again soon my love.
Author notes
I wrote this for a contest months ago, and it was canceled as I was the only entry. I was going through old poems and deleting them and thought this one deserved to stay, I kinda like it
this stanza was in the middle but some really didn't like it and it can do well enough without.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, the passion I miss,
caresses, our caresses, the stolen kiss.
the sighs, the moans, as we became one,
your body and skin, the lust just begun.
Sweetly sensual as you frenziedly rode me,
head thrown back, moans escaping thee.
The sweet release, as one we did cum,
sweating and satiated your bud under thumb.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, the passion I miss,
caresses, our caresses, the stolen kiss.
In a list
A contest entry
- GET NOTICED!!!! by Nighttime angel.
625 points, ended January 13, 2008, 88 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Whatever-You-Want by XxESPNCHICKxX.
600 points, ended February 17, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Emotional Elements: Round One by Diminished Capacity.
1200 points, ended November 23, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You kinda like it but I absolutely love it and glad that you kept it here to share. Wonderfully written, and very heartfelt. Great job. I won't be posting finalists yet, but know that you definitely made it to the second round.
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Um, wonderful. The whole universe in a few stanzas.Eternal Love, separation anxiety, suicide, not a bad evenings work. Wonderful word weaving as well.
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first of all congrats on those trophies but this is so sad and depressing
nice job on the write though and thanks for sharing
huggles
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This was like a happy Edgar Allan Poe poem!! lol It made me think of the Annabell Lee by the Sea...or...blast! Whatever that poem is by him. But this was beautiful, and congratuations on both of the honorbale mentions, as they were both well deserved!!
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While i do agree with Quill, i still must say this is a decent write nonetheless. you were able to choose words that would express yourself in a way some may not be able to do. you show both the yearning for someone as well as the constant battle to keep a memory alive in your heart. good job
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Seems a little forced to me to be honest, but on saying that sometimes we can all be guilty of over reaching for a rhyme, if you are going to use words such as thy ye keep to this theme, I know this seems harsh but it's my opinion.
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wow
what passion what longing and what emotions..this poem exceleld in all these and the glory pointe was that it was so well knit in rhythm and flow that it made for a very good read. I am glad i chose to comemnt on it.These lines i loved:
A stumble, a trip, and then a long awaited fall,
we would be together again, I can give you my all.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, I'm nothing without thy love,
cliffs, oh cliffs, I go to now, wishing for a shove.
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Beautiful poem full of emotion - but I'm pleased to know it was just an imaginary story of lost love. I like the picture as well. You had a lot to say and it sounded like the lyrics of a song or ballad!
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This is truly breathtaking... oh Wow, you were right it did deserve to stay... It is bittersweet...
My favorite(although theentire write is beautiful) is:
'My soul reaches out to you across the divide,
my poor heart shattered and twisted inside.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, a wretch doth I be,
surely, Oh surely, I do miss thee.'
Beautifully penned dear poet
Keep on writing with ink that never fade
illusion
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Very emotional and well written. Little more explicit than I usually read. Kind of unexpected. The imagery is great. God bless.
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Too many "Cathy's" for my taste but the overall write was penned very well... full of emotion that was carried throughout
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Amazing.
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nicely penned, deep in emotions, cathy was the ghost of yesteryear
right?
good one indeed
keep it..
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Had to read as Katie is also called Kathy. I'm afraid the name actual became a hindrance to me. I felt smothered. On the last stanza I was about ready to give him the shove he was asking for. Sorry. I guess I don't go for overly gushy type. The writing was excellent though.
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Only HM's?
hmm this is worthy of more.
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Wow, you went back deep into the archives didn't you? I actually feel that this is one of the best poems I've ever written, why it has not won anything more than an HM is beyond my comprehension.
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Somehow I stumbled across this and the title captured my attention right away. My name is also Cathy and I guess it's because you spelled it with a "C" like I do.
Anyway, I started reading and was carried away by the emotions and wonderful imagery. This is a delightful poem and I'm happy you didn't delete it.
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I like it.
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Other than just Oh, Cathy, being enough to strike some sympathy, the words, shape and form are an elaborate disguise on heartache, and how one could go on living without that person. This seems to be said alone, and therefore exalting, in the repeatition of Cathy, I can envisage this as frustration, and a very condolence feeling.
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I really like this poem. I guess I kinda take it to heart a little because my name is Catherine and I've almost died in several different ways. It's a beautiful write and I appreciate you entering my contest
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Thanks for entering I liked it..good job with the flow structure..
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I love this poem. the imagery is great and I like the way the words flow. I am glad that you didn't delete this and that you entered it into my contest. the picture that you chose for this poem is beautiful as well as this poem.
excellent job on this poem
good luck in the contest
kat
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I liked the archaic language used here...I think it worked well, and the genre was really good too. I could here this as a song and I repeat an earlier comment...it reminded me of Wuthering Heights. The picture was really empowering to this piece too!
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Very Funny
The use of archaic language does not necessarily a poem make unless you are doing a parody of badly written poetry –
in which case you have completely taken me in.
If this is a parody you might want to investigate the archaic declensions of doth because then are misused here as are the familiar second person pronouns.
surely, oh surely
heart, my heart,
caresses, our caresses
I don’t know what is gained by these particular repetitions other than filling up space to keep the meter.
“cliffs, oh cliffs, I go to now, wishing for a shove” is one of the most hysterical laugh out loud lines I have read all day.
A. W.
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so very very well written.It could have come from one of my books of irish poetry.great work!!!!!
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I really like this one too.....
I could hear a guitar with it singing to me...the words
were almost gaelic..light n breezy..and so soothing to
hear even the words were from a broken heart.
good job...........i've never seen this side of you!
ears2hearyou
Kathleen : ))
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So very, very creative!
I felt your pain and longing with every well placed word... Wow! This must have taken many any hour! I wish that I could write like this! Your talent amazes me! Great work!
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I'm so glad you didn't delete this one, I love it. The entire thing is captivating. The repititation deive the emotion and the image is vivid.
Love,
Amera♥
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Wow this is so unique. It really isnt the same old same old and I love the diction.
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I really like this poem. It reminded me of Wuthering Heights by bronte. Is that what you were going for?
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Oh Cathy! Oh Cathy, very delighting.. A powerful words sent by your untouching heart...
I love the poems as it lit my love..
I't like a see full of mystery hidden and buried under the sea.
Love this lines"..... Oh Cathy, my Cathy, my soul is thine,
misery, oh misery until we meet again.
A hole in my chest never to be filled,
my happiness tied to you, has been killed.
My life a parody of life, missing thine love,
hoping for nothing more than to meet thee above.
Cruelty comes easily now, with nary a thought,
happiness without thee cannot be bought.
Oh Cathy, my Cathy, my soul is thine,
misery, oh misery until we meet again."
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beautiful.
Your words are far beyond beautiful. The repetition was nice and clean, not once did it get annoying or distracting. As I read, I started to really believe you. I could feel the sadness but yet understanding of the speaker in this poem. Like- he's deeply wounded by this loss and yet seems to understand that one day they'll meet again.. Very nicely put together. BRAVO. -
More a love song than a poem, well-rhymed and expressing sincere sentiments. A good read.
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This is a very beautiful poem, and I'm sorry that the contest was cancelled. You still should've won something in my book. It was awesome. You did a marvelous job with this. God bless you
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As meaningful as this poem may be, the contest rules specify “No Death”. Sorry. It just doesn’t qualify.
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Nice that this one gets to be used at last for a contest, evn if not the original one. Looks like you put a lot of effort into writing this, so a shame it was never read before by others. Reminded me of something from the old England style of writing. Liked the flow, the rhythm rhyme and story you share in these lines.
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This is just so beautiful, the flow was tremendous with the beauty of love.... sad that the contest was closed... hope you get something for a great piece
Karen
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Powerful stuff!
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Oh you made my day i had to smile then laugh out loud
I thought maybe Tory's name was Cathy.. MEN omg lol I thought maybe it should stay I kinda of liked it. It was the only entry.... You are honest to goodness so so innocent and sweet it should be out of the mouth of Griswold not out of the mouth of babes =) you are just too funny and i don't know and innocent . TORY he is innocent I tell you innocent!
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This was such a thrilling read...!
It felt like I was watching a movie? I could picture the scenery, maybe an old scottish or welsh accent? 'Oh Cathy, my Cathy'...aaaahhhhhhhh.
Good Luck in the contest, it's got my vote!
I like reading this sort of poetry every now and then and you made it so easy to understand. I think you should keep writing some of those old verses still...this was done wonderfully. Thank-you for sharing.
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now Tory, not too sure about that, since it was written long time ago. make him confess, tell all he knows about Cathy. sounds like a beautiful Wench to me, a lovely one. excuse me, tis i jest, my friend. well done and good write.
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Even though there was no Cathy this is truely a beautiful piece.The love you portray is truely a piece of art.So sorry the contest didn't happen because I'm sure that this would have won.You truely have shown how much a person's love is and for me my love means exactly the same.I enjoyed reading this so much.You sure are blessed with your words.
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You paint the picture well as the lines guide me through this journey you hold my attention to the end by a very well crafted poem.Good luck in the contest. Thank you for the pleasure i am drawn back into reading this again.
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bravo
Oh, reverberations of the Elizabethean period here, along with shades of "O Captain,My Captian" by WW... deftly and adroitly done all around.... bravo... bravo.. -
im in tears...anger first then the rest just flows.
this was deep and full of emotion. Felt to real.
was a good piece.
Love
Tory
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Sorry I have to close this contest as you are the only entry.
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Hmmm.. well a lot of this was passionate and very beautiful - some of it made me giggle - I don't know if that was intentional or not but the use of the word "Shove" in certain places seems to have some comic timing.
Your erotic scene is brilliant - well done there.
Thanks for entering... wish I knew who you were... gonna cheat.
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No cheating allowed
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Right Mr Anonymized hahahahahahaha
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