Pale stillness in her hands,
a bleeding heart no longer beats.
Her eyes benevolently stare,
but she does not see.
Crimson courses over ice and black pavement,
a mirror of life reflected over broken glass.
She could no longer bare nights alone.
This night, was to be her last.
But had she of known, before she took flight
that on this night, he was to confess his undying love.
What of fate, to bring him only minutes too late.
Forsaken, for it was three years that he had known.
The rose that he had brought,
he placed in her lifeless fingers.
And though her life had faded,
the warmth she held still lingered.
Through guilt, and tears of anguish,
he had fallen to her side.
He proclaimed his true heart's desire,
although she never replied.
He looked into her eyes, that could not see
How could he have taken so long?
And there in the darkened alley,
he softly hummed her favorite song.
Author notes
love is a tragic thing
A contest entry
- the big bang contest (word bank inspired) (invite only)(fresh writes only) by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 5, 2009, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Head vs Heart (quickie, prewrites allowed) by BeachBum1.
550 points, ended October 31, 2009, 33 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Be Honest
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wow dark and eerie
Very Gothic melodies hum through your work, I found this twist to be both exciting and haunting. Your story is one of regret which I really connected with. Your talent for writing is in your great story telling, coupled with a swift and easy rhyme you captivated me! thank-you for entering good luck in my contest
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Gosh, I can definitely relate. Great asset as a poet! Your work is amazing! Keep writing, and congrats on the shiny!
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so hauntingly beautiful, it leaves me feeling heart broken, and wanting to know more.. excellent writing.. keep it up
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i keep reading this one and it's wild cuz it makes me think of recent past. like with "the rose that he brought he placed in her lifeless fingers".. like that glass rose i brought u.. i just dont understand the 3 years part.. but either way, i cant get over this poem it is so incredibly mind boggling, its like my favorit
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goshhh.. thats so very sad.. "What of fate, to bring him only minutes too late..." thats a trip babe.. This is a very good poem Amber, major props from this end
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excellent
very descriptive and touching -
My goodness, that is such a beautiful write! So sad, it made me teary
Good luck in the contest.
'Wolf
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