With the rising sun I do rise
And with the twinkling stars I do awake
I keep myself prisoned in the world so fake
Life makes me walk holding my hand
Aimless and hollow I do stand.
Hands that I used to hold
Hold me no longer
I have learned to live in the lonesome island
Without you....near or far.
My way to life is lost
In the landscape of my heart remains only dust
Without breath my life wont long last.
I know my yearnings don't reach the hights of your being
still the blues of my soul swell from dawn to evening
Can't you feel with in
Bit by bit the half of your soul is dying?
Nothing is left after you
Dreams are vanished like morning dew
Emptiness has taken the place of hue
Lifeless life is left without you.
A contest entry
- Pen Me Your Longings & Yearnings by Cerulean Sunrise.
475 points, ended July 5, 2007, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This is really awesome, loved it. following lines caught me:
I have learned to live in the lonesome island
Without you....near or far.
Well done
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You liked it?Thank you for the lovely comment.
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I liked your sad poem.
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Thanks for your comment.
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Thanks for your comment.
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I liked it. I loved how you ended it. "without you" = says it all. Thanks for entering.
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Thanks for feeling what the words of my poem want to say.
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I started missing my husband reading this. Longingness is packed in this. All the best!
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OOooo poor dear!!! Don't miss him much. Anyways thanks for the lovely comment.
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