Evening passes with a twilight sigh
and problems go the bye and bye,
but lonely feelings press the eye
of lonely hearts
in lonely times.
Remembered nights,
Remembered days,
are fleeing fast
with approaching age
as mindless sex
is all the rage
and love has left
the sorry stage.
Compassion burns
but here and there
and just the rich
are free to care
as lonesome hearts
and lonesome dreams,
are merely left
to broken dreams.
Brown eyes burn
with endless fire
promised to
a young desire
as aging tigers contemplate
the end of life
and hopeless Fate.
It matters not
to win or lose.
There is no choice!
Don't dare to choose!
Remember this
before you die:
to love another can be a lie.
But if returned how great the love!
A passion birthed from God above.
And don't forget that failing that,
tomorrow burns, the endless act.
Life does not end
at four or five,
or twenty-two,
or thirty-nine.
Life ends when gone
the weary soul
while on this earth
we head towards
a fate that only God can give.
Our goal is just to merely live.
A contest entry
- The Largest Contest On AP!!!! by xxRainbowDawnxx.
3000 points, ended August 26, 2008, 1708 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - prewrite conest by serenity silvermoon.
1500 points, ended June 12, 429 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
I hear you
This speaks in volume for today people are like hearding themselves down the paths of the heard unthinking and uncaring just following 0.Yet we all know its not what we want it to be . If it only takes one to change the world I ask how far could we bring love happiness and the peace on earth if we as a whole decide to make it so . Think about it for its time we reach for the life we all search not just talk about it
-
Excellent - YOU are REALLY GOOD
The flow and rhyme is wonderful. No "forced rhyme" in your poems (not just this one).
The love in your messages here LIFTS MY SPIRITS. You are a wonderful poet and a wonderful person to be saying such things through your beautiful, well structured poetry.
----------------
-
-
I want to add about this poem (another one of your best
) that it, obviously is not a love poem, but about life in general, the living of life. What I wrote above is about all of your poems that I have been reading. This one is particularly sad because life is, in that it has to end. Mine is ending with Parkinson's Disease gradually pulling me down all of the time. Well, I certainly identify with this poem!
-
-
Your poems have such an amazing rhyme, rythem, and beat to them that all blend together and make the peice more than just words but a cluster of emotion. Great write again!
Mindie
Adding your comment:
