Stood together on this sandy beach,
Watching the waves lap and swish
Tasting the salt of the oceans breath,
Listening to the whistling of the wind.
A place so sweet, so sincere,
Where you hold my hand,
Then you hold me close
Whispering, you'll never let go.
But now as the sunsets,
The golden glows of the dying light,
I stand here trapped.
I stand here alone.
My own stranded island,
Watching the waves crash by,
The sky so overcast, so cloudy
I sit and I weep, letting time pass by.
what ya think?
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Ah..what else one can do..and whet else is left to do..when there is no hope and no love around..a tearful verse is here..well done..
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awwwww. I pretty much had a mood swing reading this poem. It started off so happy... and BAM! Third stanza! CRASH, opposite! But i'll have to say, the way you did the turnaround was beautiful, using the line "the golden glow of the dying light" to set the mood of the rest of the poem. The metaphor of light's death being so bluntly different from everything prior that the reader is going 'uh oh...'
stunning poem. i absolutely love it!
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wow..this is deep...ending is sad..though i felt it..nice job!!
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thxs
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