In her dream
He arrived
Like a warrior
A muscular chest showed
Amongst a black robe of buckskin
His jet black hair
Was three feet long
And blew beautifully
In the wind that raced him
And covered the face of demise
Who stopped only at the site of her
From a tall white heavenly horse
A traditional brave approached
And extended his lengthy boney hand
Along with words of romance and lust
He promised her
The only love
That could last eternally
The only love that could last eternally
And with a final kiss
From his cold and luscious lips
He stole her
And with her hair behind his
He raced away
To the world
Where spirits walk
But she waited
For him
She waited for him
She waited for him
Like he was the warrior
Of every woman’s dreams
Only he did not come with warning
And there were no horses gallops
To raise her hopes
But he did arrive
He arrived
On a black four-wheeled stallion
Unexpected
And as quick as the turn
That led to the collision
And her empty room
Where no decoration could fill the void
She had no time
For regret
Because it was already too late
She had no time
To forgive
And took grudges
To the grave
She had no time
For second thoughts
And no time to engage
She eloped with him
At eighteen
And has slept
In a small but growing graveyard
With him
And his many wives
And men
Just as lustful
For her new husband as she was
Author notes
This is in memory of my best friend Jessica. She was killed in an atv accident. May she rest in peace.
A contest entry
- Dedication by poetrysheartbreak.
450 points, ended November 5, 2007, 25 entries
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Comments
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this is a sad poem with great imagery, and straight from the heart!
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hmm...the flow of the poem makes it a bit hard to follow. But overall I like the tone and story of the poem. It created wonderful imagery. Great job!
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Spirit speaks
Many of my relationships been tragic, not as tragic as told in this poem but pretty much I cannot seem to ever get along too well with people.
I am to much fire, too much warrior. Rather be free than to have people judge me or to tie me down into a box I cannot fit into.
This poem is a real masterpiece. GREAT job. -
That was quite tragic but also very well written and kept me interested until the sad end. Great writing!
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A sad tale my friend. Yet well written, often tragedy can be the hardest to write. Well done.
-NP
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