Goodbye, had stood for ages like it died,
with not a word to mention of return
enlighten me my dear, have not we tried
to keep the joy of you our most concern?
It beckons me to hold a flame of faith, 9015
these modern day elopements, people make
become a friend, and then it's for my sake
you leave, returning only utter heartbreak.
Assured of having had, and taking all,
the love we gave for it to be denied 9020
our knowing you dissolves into recall;
yearning cannot bring back what has died.
I sleep with all these fears and if correct,
may losing you be much like drifting on,
who leave but never move the core neglect 9025
the feeling we're partaking as withdrawn.
We restless ones shall always be with you,
residing in this world of make believe:
where fairytales become long nights imbue
refrain from being sad, in you, receive 9030
Fretful souls convince me some have not
resided for the sake of making most
of living with the feelings most forgot
the joyful tempting offer from our host.
To sleep perchance to dream I do declare 9035
is finding out what does replace the best
when sending out these vibes I am impressed
they'll be alot of cannon fire I swear.
A selfish man whose poetry has woke,
what breeze it flew to ensign, 'save our souls' 9040
it's nice to know that if I could provoke,
the void of deprivation, love controls.
THE END
Author notes
Oh God ! please spare little time for me...Unknown.
In a list
A contest entry
- please spare little time... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what do you think?
Comments
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Masterful - Thought Provoking
My Favorite line:
We restless ones shall always be with you,
residing in this world of make believe:
where fairytales become long nights imbue
refrain from being sad, in you, receive 9030
Woven wisdom, I find the Title To sleep perchance to dream , inviting.
The final line:
A selfish man whose poetry has woke,
what breeze it flew to ensign, 'save our souls' 9040
it's nice to know that if I could provoke,
the void of deprivation, love controls.
THE END
Rings of a humble poets soul and not that of anyone ner' selfish.
Enjoyable - satisfing read sir.WEll deserving of the Gold.
cher
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Humm..very thoughtful description of the soul of a poet is here bringing depth to the prompt as well..my thanks for this great piece..
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