Poem #3

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  • Lost Love
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  • Sadness
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  • Hurt

    Poem #3

     This was spring morning
    The snow was melting
    The river was churning
    You were there staring at me

    Yearning the lost love
    Missing the sounds that came
    Embracing my dreary grace
    With your sad blue gaze
    You were there staring at me

    This is the part where we say goodbyes
    Breaking the long web of lies
    Undoing the hurt we caused each other
    Clearing the souls that we kept so far
    You were there staring at me

    This was summer evening
    The flowers were blooming
    The springs were singing
    You were there staring at ... nothing

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    kage commented on Poem #3

    01-27-2010

    Like this it is a great poem, i can see the place in my mind, the words flow well and its to the point
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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