One day I started to cry
And I looked up in the sky
Because I still want to try
But my mind was already dry.
I hate the feeling without Her
What can I do without thee?
Who else will make me a cup of tea?
I dreamt of a family of three
I still can't believe I lost that key.
I will be so good and rude
so cool and harsh.
So unfaithful and trustworthy
When loneliness starts to eat me up.
Only without Her.
A good start with a nice poem, Shandukani. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Wow... Interesting indeed..... A wonderful sonnet.... I like line 13 a personification... Wow i am proud boy....
Love is a spiritual experience that affects one profoundly. It's whimsical and temperamental, appearing when it pleases, and may leave without warning, if not carefully nurtured by both couples. A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing Felix. Please read my poem THE OBSESSIVE AGONY OF LUST.
'' What can I do without thee? Who else will make me a cup of tea? '' well.. not the best for a rhyme, saying the truth.. ;) ' What? do I love her, that I desire to hear her speak again, and feast upon her eyes ' - Shakespeare, Measure for Measure, Act II, Scene II greetings from Italy, Shandukani
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad poem of love lost, Shandukani