I’m waiting for a heart that never lies
My skin flaking grey with deep desire
A sparkle of hope in mine own eyes
Caked with dry tears, of this hurt I tire
Rocking slowly back and forth, I ponder
Surrounded by monotony devoid of wonder
A snatch of passion in this life turned grey
Waiting for you, the sun, to warm this cold day
To be worthy of your love, I thought I could be once
Potent and strong, I thought I couldn’t die without you
But I was weak; at every chance I withdrew
Every ounce of strength I had beat in transience
Withering away, sad and alone
I mourn the love I’ll never call my own.
Author notes
I used the Pushkin sonnet form. It was fun ^_^
A contest entry
- Calling All Sonnetters! Sonnets, sonnets and more sonnets! by PerVirtuous.
1000 points, ended June 10, 2008, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn your Green Trophies into Bronze, Silver or Gold (3) by FloridaGatorQueen.
600 points, ended July 22, 2008, 26 entries
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Comments
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This is an awesome poem. I love the imagery. I know the feeling of never finding that one love to call your own for life. I am 29 and still haven't found that special one. Enjoyed the read! Thank you for entering my contest.
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Hmmmm... This style looks very familiar. I must know you. It is well written at first reading. To the finalist list!
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