posted April 17, 2014 02:28 AM            

I seen you in the distance.
You were just standing there.
I knew that very instant.
A life with you I'd share.

Though, first I sadly say.
That a pain I have inside.
It is standing in the way.
Of you being by my side.

I'm haunted by the dreams.
Of a life lived long ago.
It just never really seems.
That they will ever go.

A new life I'm now living.
Though the pain, it does remain.
After all that I have given.
It sticks just like a stain.

My heart was badly broken.
This soul so deeply crushed.
Hun, this must be spoken.
This hurt needs to be flushed.

I have a small suggestion.
This I prey you understand.
Here I have a few questions.
To tell me where you stand.

Would you smile at the sight.
Of me standing in the light?
Would you with all your might.
Love me each and every night?

Would you read aloud my poems?
Not denounce them with distaste?
Would I be sheltered in your dome?
Not left out with the waste?

Now if I'm feeling blue.
What exactly would you do?
Then if I'm walking with you.
Would my hand meet yours too?

Deep inside my heart I have.
A love that's so very deep.
If it to you I gave.
Would it you truly keep?

For you I'd give my life.
To keep you safe and well.
Never, would I cause you strife.
Hun, I'd be there if you fell.

Just know that in my time.
There's one thing I've learned.
Deep inside my organic rime.
Lies this fright of being burned.

posted April 17, 2014 08:55 AM            

I enjoyed your use of rhyme and meter. Generally speaking on poetry itself -modernly it seems to be a free for all- no holds bar entity that keeps up with the times, yet within that new life and form it draws away from its original essence. It is a treat with poems like yours above that still carry that hint of 'old' to be savored.

On a personal note: do you think spring is finally going to make its way to Ohio? I took a ride past Brimfield yesterday and still nothing green. I have been hearing the guys around here talk about fishing lately which I'm taking as a hopeful sign.

posted April 18, 2014 11:16 PM            

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Originally posted by Pearlty:
The contents of your poem approaches such sadness, however the heart has the beautiful ability to mend over time and when one door closes often when ready another opens.

I enjoyed your use of rhyme and meter. Generally speaking on poetry itself -modernly it seems to be a free for all- no holds bar entity that keeps up with the times, yet within that new life and form it draws away from its original essence. It is a treat with poems like yours above that still carry that hint of 'old' to be savored.

On a personal note: do you think spring is finally going to make its way to Ohio? I took a ride past Brimfield yesterday and still nothing green. I have been hearing the guys around here talk about fishing lately which I'm taking as a hopeful sign.

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Thank you kindly for your words regarding my poem. My poems all come from my heart and I still have the original copies of them with my tears dried into the paper.

I wish spring would get here and fast, I long for some sunny summer days. It was beautiful out today