How can he cry alone?
How can he invade my the essence of my most intimate thoughts
be within my very subconscience dreams;
felt within my heart everywhere
even when it isn't possible to speak to him;
How can he cry?
How can he pour out beautiful words?
throw out his love in all directions?
The secrets I must keep for him.
I cannot remain silent yet I try
every thought of every waking day;
somewhere in dreamland
he is there
connected with my heart and soul
is is right or wrong we don't know.
No one has showed love like you do
no one ever reached me as you do.
All I can do is write this poem
assuming the words
Metaphores whisper to the birds
fluttering around with their musical songs
singing to their mates
in harmony?
Sometimes I just close my eyes and I feel him
warm within my heart
just enjoying the love I can't explain.
Where are you my dear.
what does your day to day life see that I cannot.
The sublime words heal pains.
with your soothing I can't feel the pain
I only feel you.
Are we repeating history
again and again
Let my words reach your heart.
Let them soak you in thier soul
reach the others.
I remember your words
"laying next to your husband and your mind is somewhere else."
and I thought oh that has never happened to me
now it has.
A contest entry
- How many miles would you go? by JackFellDown.
475 points, ended January 10, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
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i think....
i think this is one of the most devine peices or writing i have ever had the pleasure to read in my entire life it is truely amazing and i can relate to it in so many ways -
Great peice, thought the flow could be a little better but that's just me...I liked it though
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a very well put together write
great work and best of luck to you
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I've been held captive by my own desire to love ,
thus my soul has been set ablaze by the fire of scorn,
yet, I remain loyal , and sadness' no more than a lapsing tought.
How love radiated through the darkness like a midnight star
has left me speechless, it assured and insurred me as I
breathlessly succumbed to the affection of her moonbeam.
I escaped a world of misery and treasure-hunted her heart,
through her eyes and smiles, I've spiritually found myself,
like a child nursing from his mother's soothing breasts, I've fed.
Through every french kissed, her lips, so sweet, left me with a bliss
that even in my masculinity, I could not resist of her sensuality.
Our bed in heaven is made of angelical feathers, if we were to sleep
and never awakened, revelation would tell of us as an intimacy...
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This is a sweet write, i like it a lot actually, it shows the depth of your thought and how you spilled your heart even shows how fragile love can be. If my comment is not much, sorry, i have been thinking a whole lot, this is the best i can come up with for now
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excellent job
well done, it flow is enticing
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wonderful. I like how you wrote this. It's very powerful and says alot.
"How can he cry he alone?"
...Did you mean "how can he cry alone"??
Just wondering.
Great write.
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lovely, and a powerful write. there are a few spelling and grammatical errors, but they are minor. the end was moving and well done.
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Quite a powerful write!
Good job
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