Open Poetry #11 |
Everything To Gain |
White Wolf Member
since 1999-09-18
Posts 371Somewhere in the vast wasteland |
All my dreams now gone Dashed on the rocks of dispair Just when I thought you are the one Gone as into the bleakness I stare My hopes are no more Vanished like the setting sun Standing there as my heart tore Knowing that this cannot be undone All joy has been crushed Grapes being made into wine My tongue has now been hushed Feelings supressed for all time My spirit is dying Shot straight through my heart All the while I am crying With my happiness I did part In my life all is lost That fabric of time forever torn No matter what the cost I refuse to mourn It has been along time now Now I need to be reborn To take on life with a new vow Never to heed what they warn I am new to this new life To start out fresh again Without my past strife With everything to gain |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I'd say that's a great poetic way to approach the future and continue on...very nice!! |
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White Wolf Member
since 1999-09-18
Posts 371Somewhere in the vast wasteland |
ethome- Thank you. This poem is about what I go though when my relationships have come to an end. I put my heart, my soul, my everything into them. When a break up happens, I am just crushed. But somehow I manage to find a way to start again. Thanks again. The White Wolf |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
to step, cautiously into life once again knowing the hurt knowing that when I give my love away, once again pain may shroud the portal, but fool this mortal, me, for in love I shall be WW, don't ever stop hoping...ever... Karilea If I whisper, will you listen?... I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound. KRJ |
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White Wolf Member
since 1999-09-18
Posts 371Somewhere in the vast wasteland |
Sunshine- My hope always seems to return. Just like the rain here in Oregon. My hope is sometimes the only thing that ends up pulling me through but I always get through it. Thank you for the encouragement. The White Wolf |
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