Each night I search inside my dreams for you,
and wander mental corridors in vain;
but though I seek, I see no sign or clue;
no morsel of sweet comfort soothes my pain.
Yet daylight's even worse, I must confess -
long hours of loss, regret and hopeless thought -
and every hour more sorrow, never less;
so much I wish your love I'd never sought.
What's done is done, my love; now you have flown
the nest of joy our loving hearts had built,
and I must face the aftermath, forlorn;
the nest of love now turned to mud and silt.
O love is blind, they say - they do not lie;
it tortures and deceives...yet still we try.
A contest entry
- Unrequited Love Sonnets by poets whisper.
900 points, ended November 12, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nicely done. This expresses everything so well. Thank you for entering. I'm still using a loaner (another one) and I have to return it so don't have much time for effusive comments. I enjoyed this though.
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I really liked the feeling in this piece. You impressed this sonnet with potential while through your words you bore some spectacular imagery. Ah, superb!
The Rivaling Mimic
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You really are getting the hang of it.
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Excellent! I really like it.
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excellent write of lost love. enjoyed reading.
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Bill
The last two lines say it all. It tortures and decieves. but the mind games so often played. The struggle to be on top. And the sad ending so often because two so rarely truly become as one.
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Yes, indeed. Love is blind!
"the nest of joy our loving hearts had built,
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the nest of love now turned to mud and silt."
He-heh... Nice.
Write on, bro and good luck.
Dez
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So true..it is just because it is beyond to control..rather we ae controlled by the love..lol..you are very true my friend.. a strong version..well done..
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you couldn't find me because I was off in Pink Floyd land...
lol but seriously I must concur... or, on the other hand, is it that we have love in hand and are blinded by our own doubts...?
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Yes love is blind! But we all fall for it in the hopes that one day! It will find its way to our heats and stay! Lovely poem! Sad but oh so true!
~Sie
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... yet still we try
and try we must! for without hope & faith for love there is nothing~ but the cold ground waiting for our next go around or the final fall. From the UK to California the feelings of woe must have whispered and I wonder if that is due to the change of season. j
y
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Wonderful writing Bill and one for me to bookmark for sure.I think this has to be one of your best my friend. Excellent...mal
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