Can’t you see my strong pulsation?
Beating in persuasion
And longing for for lost
Sensation.
I
Once
Thy pride
A sweet loving bride,
My swollen breast and rosy cheeks
Coral lips and hazel eyes
And a fairy's charm
Ah! Sank and
Gone.
By a stroke of fate
Lost my faith, in love, in care,
And now I host a never ending fear.
Don’t know how and why
Like a fallen angel
Cast off the sky.
Now
Thou art gone
And I have nothing
But few solemn tears
and leading steps to doom
for my love and for my groom.
Poignant poem with the longing of lost one.use of allegory made impact more powerful...kudos
What a poem dear, speechless am i, no words to express the quality of the poem, thank u so much for this,
it is easy to express what you feel, but it's artistic to feign a specific feeling for someone and then present it as naturally as possible! a good gift! ! !
Nice depiction of a gloomy heart and very beautiful comparison of present and past...very sensitively expressed. keep up good work!
ok. after reading a message from G.j. today, i have looked at the poem again. i now notice more than i did before that the lines get longer and then shorter and then longer and then shorter......... it makes for an interesting picture if one just concentrates on how the poem looks, not how it sounds or reads.
ok...one more comment. the comment, below, starting with in the line... was written and i thought submitted before the comment starting i read the poem. i guess i got sidetracked when i added the poem to my poemlist, and i forgot to submit the first one i wrote. got it?
in the line: ......And long for lost....do you mean longing for lost? that would follow the example set by beating, if i understand what you are saying. i think there are some other subtleties of wording and punctuation which seem a bit odd to me. but i believe i have managed to understand the gist of what you are saying and i like the poem. i'll even send it to my poemlist. thanks for sharing. bri
i read the poem and read the comments. i wonder if some of the readers thought the bride was really a fallen angel....i mean an angel from heavan. well, maybe it is so. i was thinking of humans. is this about God and the Devil, the fallen angel? ? ? cast out of heavan? ? ? i guess i might understand it more if the poem did NOT refer to humans; i was having trouble with that. i'm more of a writer who doesn't cleverly hide things in poems. maybe it is because i am not too clever? ? ?
The image of the fallen angel is quite apt.I like the poem.Wish you the bliss of God, the Almighty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there done that, so it is, a favorite.