Open Poetry #44 |
Alison |
gdcod2player Member
since 2008-07-26
Posts 117 |
What is life? The beauty of what you get in the end What if I can’t get her back? I want to be a big star player But that won’t bring you back Is there nothing that can help me now? Tell me what do I live for? Tell me if I can have that crutch The failing of this town It’s only in my mind here I thought you felt the same way But that was just to please My simple mind Can I call you Alison? Or is that just a name that I haven’t understood You’re unique Sometimes I thought you were the only one I hope I feel the same way When I see you again Will that day come? When will I see you alone? I want to speak the words on my mind Those words won’t be forgotten They won’t be gone Time is changing me I’m sure it’s played with you too |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
How can I not respond to a poem that calls my name - even if it is not written for me. Your heart is in your poem with these words and I think your first two lines sum it up. quote: Maybe life and love reflects all that we put into it. Your poem caught my eye (obviously because of name), but it kept my attention with the question and explorations of thought that followed. Thank you for sharing it. Alison |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I felt the yearning in this piece. This is a very tender cry. Good writing! Eric |
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