The door has closed - the silence come.
The sun is setting - though gone for some.
The air is still, the actions done.
The moment ending - no answers; none.
This dissidence, of love in truth.
Beneath the sheets - of lovers youth.
Our actions raw - the passions soothe...
...the empty darkness - with flesh so smooth.
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What have I gained, in wanting life?
A single memory - born; pain and strife.
A dying plea - of times in past.
An image fleeting - you beg to last.
A time when things, were fun and true.
Each fading vision - of me with you.
A lovers warmth, their hands in yours.
Adultered gifts - behind closed doors.
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We fill the gap, of lonely times...
...requesting moments - through hidden crimes.
It's superficial. It's never stays.
...though emotions throbbing - lasts for days.
For those that dream; it haunts for years.
...And it comes with heartache - bathed in tears.
A wave goodbye - permits tomorrow.
Your only drawback - your spouses sorrow.
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This life and through the strings we weave...
...the tattered remnants of ties we leave.
It's just a memory, for lonely songs.
And cryptic poems, strung along.
It's just a memory - now you're alone.
You sit in silence - within your home.
The door has closed - the sun has set.
And now you live, within regret.
Author notes
What do we give up, for just a moment of lust? We keep a memory - shallow and cold. That is our prize.
But what have we lost? A lifetime of memories that could have been warm, loving - and filling. A memory that on a cold gray day, in your home you could have re-lived over and over again. Something that could have been discussed with the one you love.
A reason to be.
In my life, I search for memories of good times past. It's an unheathy life, dwelling on the good times now gone because you could be experiencing them still.
But for those that fail.
For those that strive for each day and for every tomorrow - rememberance is all we have...
This poem is a warning. Of everything you could lose, for the stupidity of such a mistake.
A contest entry
- Adultery In Rhyme by piccola.
700 points, ended December 12, 2008, 11 entries
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awesome
i absolutely one hundred and ten percent LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem. Everything about it. I can relate to it, it flows with precision and grace and the rhyme is fabulously flawless! EXCELLENT!!!!!!!
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Something was missing maybe ... unless this is just your muse. But it hits the nail on the head. Hurt, guilt maybe a torn family and the guilt never leaves. A life of misery for a moment of pleasure.
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What was missing?
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