i sit
alone
and wait
and hold my heart
and here,
the whisper
a whisper held
close
to my breast
a dream i dream
yet know
there are no dreams left
for me
and thus wait
alone
for morning.
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So Simple Yet Such Deep Emotins
Oh to dream only to left waiting alone to start a new day in the morning. Oh wow this is a beautiful poem and so few words with such deep romantic yearning so it seems. I wonderful poem you have penned as always.
Many Blessings
Much Love
Kelle Marie
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In waiting for the morning is there not hope, and is hope not part of what dreams are? At least that is what I think. I like the simplicity in the language you use in the poem. It seems to add to the emotions that are in the words - the hopelessness that you are writing about. It is a simple poem, yet powerful. The simplicity of just sitting waiting, and the struggle to dream or not dream.
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This may sound perculiar - but it gives me hope, somehow. Perhaps it is the challenger in me, that remains defiant forever lol
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I have felt this way too but I never want to believe it.
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this poem was short yet powerful I thouroghly enjoyed it keep writing.
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Oh but Richard ...
the most beautiful dream awaits us, Poet ... And: your words write that unspoken Dream so very well ... In its Absence, it glows ... whispers ... promises: the New Dawn.
Love
Myra
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your words are what my heart truly wanted to say - that New Dawn, the image held in the deep of all souls. Thank you for your lovely comment.
blessings
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Wow, this is a deep poem.
'And thus wait
Alone
For mornning.'
Love that part. Keep up the good work as always.
God Bless, Larkbird -
Oh my
This is so beautifully sad and touching..
When I see that you have posted something, I always cannot wait to read knowing that I will come away feeling something, for that is poetry in my eyes, and you are a poet....
Thank yo9u...
Lynda
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