Open Poetry #36 |
Melancholia |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
A poet pens of life’s defeat, Of grief; of solemn thought, Endlessly flows inked surfeit, Tragic verse from sorrows wraught, Words spilling forth beyond closed gate, Beyond heart’s inner sanctum, Never doth soul’s pain abate, Decrees dark’s high placitum, Sentenced to eternal night, Forbidden thoughts of joy, Unfettered fangs of heartbreak’s bite Remnants of a life destroy. A poet writes; he aches for dawn, Evermore in day’s begone. |
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sweetpoetess Member
since 2005-02-27
Posts 428Florida |
Awesome poem!!!!!!!!! Poetry is beauty in words. |
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Angelheart Senior Member
since 2005-09-08
Posts 754Jacksonville,FL USA |
Very good and creative.. thanks for sharing... Poetry can get you very far |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Melancholically beautiful, dear Tim. Love, Margherita |
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