Treasure Island

Dexsta Ray


Reach Out And Grab It


A passionate companion
Disorganized and barely withstanding
Rushing bouts of apprehension
So acute and uncanny
T'was the fear of always being alone
In need of a person who you could always call your own
Loneliness is gone
Could this really be?
An amorous touch
Can you repair the shattered heart in hand that carried the trust?
The lengthy prairie was plush
Along with all it's lovely shoots
Should we cherish the moment?
I'm forever loving you
Unconditional and true
I could not have imagined
If you can see where love could grow
Please reach out and grab it
Cause' people pass it up and throw it all away
Hurt in the past
The reason why their wall's in place

Submitted: Thursday, October 04, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 05, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Reach Out And Grab It by Dexsta Ray )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. The Hospital, Maurice Maeterlinck
  2. The Ways of Daughters, Ruth Stone
  3. Relatives, Ruth Stone
  4. Lassitude, Maurice Maeterlinck
  5. Up There, Ruth Stone
  6. The Passions, Maurice Maeterlinck
  7. Stagnant Hours, Maurice Maeterlinck
  8. Vigil, Maurice Maeterlinck
  9. Slay you demon.., Sahra Hussein
  10. Fear Of Rejection, Alexander Onoja

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Burns

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jessie Pope

 
[Hata Bildir]