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Poetry: Alone Until Dawn

Poetry Alone Until Dawn

Poetry that I have written for my lovely wife, Rebecca. Presented today for the first time anywhere! Visit her blog at My Faces of Life.

My tears are flowing
flow just for you
nothing to stop them
nothing I do.

Time moving slowly
slow it moves on
alone without you
alone until dawn.

The rain is falling
falls on the ground
relief is nowhere
relief can’t be found.

My mind is drifting
drifts with the rain
alone in sorrow
alone in pain.

sad poem

Poetry: Seep Bone Coldly

No warrior’s death is coming for me
no blood stained sword to release
my foolish life from it’s hollow chest
as I slow die on this field of shame.
Stench of copper vile taste of metal
adrift I’m alone and battered and torn
oh that I could recompense my love!

No quiet wake of honor shall be held
no slow loving march of the damned
will sure carry me to eternal sleep
no I shall ever wail silently as I decay.
Terrible mists of doom rise eerily and
creep hauntingly through fading eyes
cast upon the distant shore of love lost.

No angels of mercy will soar this field
thick with the rancor of bitter defeat
they will not remove this elegiac song
shrouded by sick stench of stoic hope.
Oh that I could in great haste be felled
not seep bone coldly into Hades cruel
might his dread hot abyss of suffering.

No arrow swiftly flying will find its mark
no sword nor spear will ever pierce me.
Aye, this poison by which I die yet slow
breaks the design of even black vultures.
I will wither and die in years as it reigns
cold perfect terror over me and claws at
where slow my life leaking seeps to hell.

Poetry: She Went Away

The angel is gone
she went away
will she return
again some day?

Verse rang true
touched my heart
lady grace right
from the start.

Penned and painted
such loveliness
her impressions of
life I do miss.

She kept me glad
and full of glee
the love has gone
with her poetry.

But still I hear
her gentle sighs
they whisper through
the darkened skies.

The angel has gone
she went away
I hope she returns
to me some day.

Poetry: A Cold White Door

A cold white door
not in my home
one key
golden hope
not in her hand.

Oh the cold
pale room!
not in my dreams
who could have
known
not in my mind.

Outside
the vengeful
wind
blows angry
inside we’re
shuddering
touch of shaking fingers.

Estranged white folds
adorn white curves
and pressed against
the idea
we gasp.

Aged in a moment
too soon
the deception revealed
a parting gift
and a
parted loss
is all I know.

Poetry: Again and Again

Sensuality of you that touch
reaches me affects me much
I drift I dream a heavy sleep
lilac memories mine to keep.

Sunshine hope is burning bright
but this loving belongs to night
yearning for you from long ago
today am still wanting you so.

Snow is falling so gently outside
by logic my heart will not abide
though we parted in sorrow and pain
you torture my soul again and again.

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