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the last poem for the first love

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roxane
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0 posted 09-05-99 01:42 AM       View Profile for roxane   Email roxane   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for roxane

Like watching a child die
When you see the pain youth brings
Like watching the world end
Through misery, your light heart sings
You leave me now darling
On such terrible, bitter terms
And though you hear crying
You scoff "I guess she never learns."
My heart does not stop
Though you cast into it such stones
What is it you always said?
That words can never break my bones
I couldn't give you prose my dear,
And you may think me so unjust.
Here's a simple boring pattern,
Since I so "betrayed your trust."
Like our last kiss on that stair
Our lips never did touch
My heart is not even in this poem
It's really not that much.
If I never loved you,
If I treated you so badly,
Then this poem's as awful as me
And I leave you none too sadly.

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"Come night, come darkness, for you cannot come too soon or stay too long in such a place as this." Charles Dickens


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Julie
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1 posted 09-05-99 01:46 AM       View Profile for Julie   Email Julie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Julie

You had good rhythm here and a story
many, including myself can relate.
Kids are tough but we are tougher.

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Julie
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
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roxane
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2 posted 09-05-99 11:28 AM       View Profile for roxane   Email roxane   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for roxane

Thank you for the comment. It was much appreciated.

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"Come night, come darkness, for you cannot come too soon or stay too long in such a place as this." Charles Dickens


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3 posted 09-05-99 11:42 AM       View Profile for Wolfgang   Email Wolfgang   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Wolfgang's Home Page   View IP for Wolfgang

Got to say, I really like this poem.
It has a bounty of great lines but the one that would hurt me most (if I were the one you talk about in your poem) is: "I couldn't give you prose my dear".
Well done.
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4 posted 09-05-99 12:11 PM       View Profile for Balladeer   Email Balladeer   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Balladeer's Home Page   View IP for Balladeer

I agree with Wolf. For me, it's the vision of ....the last kiss where the lips didn't even touch. Very well written....as is the title.
Seymour Tabin
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roxane,
I agree with Wolf and balladeer
In this I am quite sincere
Great poem.
rogen of the night
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6 posted 09-07-99 08:09 PM       View Profile for rogen of the night   Email rogen of the night   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for rogen of the night

I agree with them Roxane the poem is very good.Its something we all have been through at least once in our life.

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The wise man is the storm prays God,not for safety from danger,but for deliverance from fear.It is the storm within which endangers him,not the storm without.
~~Ralh Waldo Emerson~~
 
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