This is a poem I wrote a while ago. I intend for this to be one of three or four poems that will connect together to tell a story....or something. Feel free to laugh, cry, do a handstand, whatever Feel free to also critique, praise, insult, belittle....you understand. Anyway: Heart of November And as the curtain rose Inviting in the new dawn I surveyed the fields of thought Another day to descend Another day to commence Another night held sway in my soul My bleeding heart still bearing the weight The weight of your glance In the candlelight's flicker Your voice like a moonbeam in shadows Rising, rising above the miasma Defying me to look again Another would accept all To gain the wild rose that had borne the caress of my gaze That had cursed me by mere happenstance When the dusk was dressing for fall of night I was compelled to go on No fond whisper, but a sigh No other name spoke that could lift me higher No other portrait that could raise the veil None other than she of the fathomless grace What is left, but emptiness within this shell? Haunted sleep had crept in to close my eyes No dreams to come but you at my side No day brighter than if you were near No night darker than this that is here
I really enjoyed the ending, and it had a fairly good start. but. The middle body was kinda... tough to read? IT wasn't like "WHOA" it was like "hmm oh!" Good poem overall. The start and end really made it worth a read.
Thank you for your response! I guess the middle part is a little hard to read, but I was trying to make it sound a little more poetic. I guess it's poetic. I don't consider myself to be such, but I try anyway