In the city of rich persons,
Who were born with silver spoons in their mouth
Their houses were like a king's palace
Their wives wear gold neck- laces.
They spent money with both hands
For their hollow prestige and respect from mens
In that city of gold
There lived a poor poet
who loved rich girl.
Poet had nothing
but had pen, ink, papers and his feeling.
The girl looked like an angel
Her one smyle killed thousands
Her eyes blue more than sky
Her tears looked waterfall.
Poet always thought about her
His love crossed all borders
His every breath spoke her name
but she never felt same.
He wrote beautiful poems for her
He loved her like a mother
He couldn't dared to speak with her
As he knew the truth of life better.
One day he committed suicide
in his room's darkest side
Only poems were his memories
No one understood his love and feelings.
Wow! Wonderful, superb... I love this write... When time permits check out my poem The City Of Gold Kind Regards The_African_Son
loaded with emotions..unrecognized love nicely portrayed, .. just hoped the ending would be a bit on the braver side.nice attempt though.
very good poem but there's a slight spelling mistake you wrote smyle or something
a very sad story -thank you for sharing this well written poem
A commendable try... The sorrows and pain is almost palpable... keep it up! !
Poverty should not be the reason to perish! the idea, might have been conceived from the numerous real stories, but it is not attractive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad story... i know the same one from life, so i`m crying now.... you poem is good written. it has a loud sadness melody that sounds in our souls. thanks for sharing...