Tucked in the deep darkest recesses of Me,
away from the light in some forgotten corner,
as cold as the storm driven brass colored sea,
an unvisited grave without even one mourner.
Lonely, abandoned, an orphan cold feeling
that nothing else matters but finding a friend.
A heart that can share a moment worth stealing,
or if nothing else, then to merely pretend.
Arms to encircle and warmly embrace,
feeling a heart beat in rhythm with mine,
gentle the fingers which caress my face,
eyes that are smiling sweetly like wine.
Warm in the memory of one who I love,
gone now to somewhere that I cannot go,
reflected in starlight from heaven above,
lost in a dream world that I'll never know.
Longing for days when I'll meet her again,
far beyond borders of long night's embrace,
beings of pure light in heaven will spin,
shining the joy of her forgotten face.
A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 8 Memories - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
4000 points, ended August 23, 2008, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Go For The Gold/Rhymers by piccola.
500 points, ended August 31, 2008, 37 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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"A heart that can share a moment worth stealing,"
such a beautiful line. Very romantic and poetic. thank you for entering and sharing it in my contest. -
Beautiful and sad poetry. A worthy finalist in a strong contest, we would both like to thank you for the entry and hope to see you in the later rounds.
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beautiful...I feel deep sense of longing and sadness reading this. More structured than most of the previous pieces I've read of yours, but just as enjoyable. Well done.
Rory
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