I sit and I cry at the thought of you gone,
not knowing you've been here, all along.
Wishing my life away with you,
all those years of a life...wasted? not true.
Yours are the arms I wept and fell into,
yours is the lap I would trip and fall onto.
Happy are those who would last for a while,
happy are we, through strife, hail and trial.
And yet, how I wonder...
How will we last if miles is our distance,
how will we love if fate binds our persistence.
So used to being only a stones throw away,
how will we? that time coming closer each day.
As it is philosophy says distance is harsh,
on a love, and that love will never last.
A simple sad smile, such as this,
Plato's true statement, never amiss.
To coin a phrase, though I did not know it,
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet"
Author notes
"At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet"
-Plato
A contest entry
- SO MANY QUOTES!!!!!!!! by MerelyMadness.
600 points, ended December 8, 2007, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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A wonderful interpretation of the quote(surprisingly, though, this one was the most used quote in the list). Props for using the poet/know it rhyme in a semi-noncliche way and thank you for entering my contest.
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*HUG* that was beautiful, it was seriously beautiful. It flowed well, it rhymed consistently...one of my favourites i've read this year. Great work Midnight, you're a credit to allpoetry and the poetic community.
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