Dark Poetry #2 |
Wither, I |
serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I, staid to write-- remiss, of call of love... I, stayed to fight-- amiss, amid a wall, beloved. I stand tall with arms outstretched, fingers curled in desperate yearning... Hard I fall, arms at my side, recoiled, rejection burning. In shadows, there, I spy my pride. There within wither I. |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Inspite of its sadness this is a beautiful poem. I especially like the final stanza: In shadows, there, I spy my pride. There within wither I. Lotharingia "For God's sake, he's a poet. Poets are meant to feel miserable. Otherwise, what the hell are they here for? What are they going to write about?" Tom Holland |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I stand tall with arms outstretched, fingers curled in desperate yearning... Hard I fall, arms at my side, recoiled, rejection burning. In shadows, there, I spy my pride. There within wither I. ---------------- no baby.... they cant take our poetry...or pride nor make us hide in the dark when we write...we're living in the light me loves ya-me twin me |
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demoninlove Member
since 2000-02-11
Posts 211Dehradun |
Lovely and sad Deepak |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Serenity,...how beautifully you write. You fall,...I help you up again. K? This is so sad and well expressed. Take care now. *Peace. |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
Nice sentiments (sad) but beautifully written!! |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
This was very touching and beautiful "fingers curled in desperate yearning"... How powerful an image. "If a man moves you to feel like a woman, the least you can do is let him." Merrit Malloy |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Thanks to all. I appreciate your kindness much. |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
I stand tall with arms outstretched, fingers curled in desperate yearning... Hard I fall, arms at my side, recoiled, rejection burning. In shadows, there, I spy my pride. There within wither I. WOW Sernity, a cutting poem, this one bleeds. Wonderfulyy written. Take care, thanks for sharing brian. "The stars will explode in the sky O but they don't, do they? Stars have their moment and then they die" Nick Cave |
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