With teardrops falling from a
fragile eyelash
A lover mourns her loss
Forgotten memories of yesterday
flood in her mind
The smell of the final rose
The taste of that final kiss
Sorrow replaces the love once shared
The night sky becomes her solace
She still remembers the sound of his voice
The way he would gently
move the hair from her face
How she wishes that there
had never been an end
That he never had to go
She wants to lose the pain
To let go of it all
and dance in the rain
She feels that without him
she may never find herself
again
She builds a fortress
of pain and agony
She is left alone in a
world that she has never known
She hunts the depths of her heart
to find strength to move forth
He was everything to her
He was what made her whole
he was her road
He was her voice
Now nothing is left except
her troubled life
She wants to find herself
she wants to loose herself
And she cries
I will find myself in
the sand
I will find myself in
the sea
Though I will never
find myself in...
me
Author notes
GreatPuppettVassago
the whole of this poem is about a woman who has lost her love and feels that without she is nothing. she believed so musch in the other person that she will be infinately lost without him.
A contest entry
- [CONTEST] Round 1; Intriguing Personas, Impacted Lives by MissPennyLane.
300 points, ended September 20, 2007, 37 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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What a sad story you share in these lines - liekd the flow and the brevity of the lines. Congrats for taking bronze in this contest as well.
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Sadly Sweet
Hmmm.. It's a hard decision. Fall in love, and risk getting hurt, or deny yourself the sensation, and forever live without, in safety? It's nerve wracking, to say the least. And when you choose the first, what happens when you get hurt? It tears you up, leaving you broken and alone. Boy, is that painful. Hurts like hell, to say the least. And knowing you can never have that person back......
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"Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day
And saw your image was there;
She has gone weeping away." ~ William Butler Yeats
I am a self-confessed lover of love poems, especially lost love. We amateurs cannot hope to emulate the great classical poets. But the poignancy of loss of love seems always to be able to be expressed in the English language. The spell of your poem goes beyond perfect execution, and into the intriguing play of time and emotion captured in those heart-felt lines. Even as the gentle, patient cadence of the opening lines sets the scene, the simplicity of the final image brings a sudden and immense sense of
permanence. In the end one is left with a picture far wider than the title promised. Which was the real loss? Whence the haunting despair, and how deep
love's lament?
I wish you well in the contest and blessed be
♦ ~ crisstiena
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oh my god
i love this one
who is she that u talk abt??
and oh my u should enter this one as well its kind of sad
but its one poem from u that's not dark
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