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At cemetery gates
Standing at cemetery gates it feels,
what is life when God gives and steals?
Here, Life is love in form of a grave,
my heart is a graveyard i accept it brave.
Burried is the love, which lost and gone,
like night and day its dusk then dawn.
I dont blame you my love, i call it fate,
I've to live with it wether i love or hate
What joy you get looking at me cry?
living without you, I rather die-
The thought of you that makes me melt,
So many times to you i've knelt.
Tears in form of words i write,
i think of you all day and night.
Cant buy you those stars its not for sale,
but can make you a fairy in my tale......
Generally, i've never been someone who really likes poems that touch anywhere near the idea of romantic love (I know, *laughs*, I'm a cynic)...But oddly enough, I liked this poem. I especially enjoyed the last stanza's first two lines. That was very eloquent!!! :)
"It's a bad poem, I know...The idea was there, but the talent was lacking that day :( "
Thanks tons for commenting back :) I really appreciate the fact that someone out there reads my stuff *smiles.* I'm supprised you caught my author's comment though. I've got a few comments and no one has said anything on that. I do, so very much, apprecaite and love the fact that someone was able to enjoy it.
I don't feel like I did the idea and theme of the poem justic. You ever have a day when you're DYING to write, have an amazing, powerful theme...But the words simply aren't there and the rhyme scheme isn't flowing? God, I hate it when that happens to me! :|
Nah...I don't suppose you have "lacking" days. You have a really interesting power of words. I love that quote you said-Your tomorrow is a reflection of today. The beauty of that is probably in the absolute truth it holds.
But you are right...I have to figure out what my "icing" is going to be. I'll probably mull over this poem till my dying days LOL :)
ohh... this is a really good poem....