Open Poetry #1 |
The Streets are so Empty |
Rhiannon Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 95Fayetteville, TN USA |
The streets are so empty And leaves blow across Into the neighbor's yard; The books I read don't Fulfill me like they used to I'm wanting you And the cliches are killing me But I feel them and They hold no meaning in my Colorful teenage room. The woods are so dark and empty The trees so stark and bare I loved them when they bloomed and now They remind me of death, and My solitude. The world seems to hold no promise I'm left in the darkness alone I'm feeling like nothing will become of me I can't find my way back home. I give so much, and recieve Pain in it's multitude of forms; But I love the search, I thrive upon Nights and days forlorn; Cause being caught up in a drama Is better than being bored. I've loved, but not maturely I'm hoping it'll come in time. Along with a future, a destiny That someday will be mine. For now I'm lost in winter No joy in the spring to come. Thinking of the moments we shared And the pain I have come from. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Welcome to the family! I liked your poem a lot. You sound quite mature to have written these lines: I've loved, but not maturely I'm hoping it'll come in time. Very wise of you! I look forward to reading more from you. |
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