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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Bittersweet The whispering voice, so well-known, Mysterious dreams, all the same, - I live in the world of my own, Of grief in a beautiful frame. I know that something is missing - The mind locked the heart in a cage. I'm no more living - existing, Just playing my part on the stage. I open my soul to a stranger, Whose guise is well-known, as it seems. He smiles, always calls me his angel And - all... Then I wake from this dream. My reveries are the best ever mirrors That show my strength deep inside; I gain all this strength from my fears To lose what has never been mine. |
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Sexy_Tator_Tot Junior Member
since 2007-08-31
Posts 42Arkansas |
Your poems are very good. All show quite a bit of emotion and I like the flow your poetry has when it is read. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"I gain all this strength from my fears To lose what has never been mine. " This truly is “Bittersweet” To have this situation is beyond the reasoning of its very conception. Maybe hindsight is 20/20, but too late? JL  Blessed are those who are generous, because they feed the poor. |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
"My reveries are the best ever mirrors That show my strength deep inside; I gain all this strength from my fears To lose what has never been mine" Powerful poem here--this line in particular shows your emotion clearly. The idea of losing something we never had is a common theme in poetry--you put a fresh spin on it. Thanks for sharing. Take care, Amy "Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away" |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
Thanks for reading and responding |
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