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Wrapped in a drifting darkness
Sombrely melancholy taking on life
The winter wind creaking happiness
from love's dead branches
Still the flames have to subside
In her red glow for my pale sky
Love dimmed with discontent
I stand smothered yearning
thinking against reality she might
spin a yarn but 'no';
True love will lose its urn
Until the night when passion
will be burning to ashes
Ghastly cold cutting right through
Mourning the sun's rays to be...
-'The Forgotten'
The river still flows by
She murmurs out of the water
over the mossy pebbles
once thrown on me
A trader yes the one who lost
in the recession of love
Vanity of hope torned apart
when love knelt on her feet
Until the cool breeze
which will flutter all my pages meant for her
Threatening now to fly away
Leaving the sensual longings
huddled against my sterile virtue
on the way to be...
-'The Forgotten'
I now look like a stupid creature
She is sick of me the mad man
In his weekly growth of beard
which grew with my puerile words may be poems
Gasping for love
Three pretty words i always meant
in lies, in truths, in angers, in fears,
She never adored in her giddy airs
How i persist in this poisonous trade
Playing with her fire
Blood seems jammed in one spot
Fascinations shoved her way out
May be it's last breath to wobble
Living or dead for her
and to this world and everyone as
poetry's coincidental calico
Which i will leave
After
my martyrdom which failed in her love
Like an inglorious sesquipedalian
to be...........
-'The Forgotten'
Amit Ray
26/08/2009
Amit Ray
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009 |
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Sunday, February 07, 2010 |
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Comments about this poem (*** THE FORGOTTEN ***
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Salema Khatun (1/22/2012 9:04:00 AM)
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good poem indeed i like it...i enjoyed it too...please keep continue writting...give us more beautiful poems please read some of my poems
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Kaila George (10/19/2011 5:27:00 PM)
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Wow..that is truely brillant...in awe...wonderful writing.
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Lee Mack (10/19/2011 8:11:00 AM)
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'Forgotten' is inner and outter writilng and truer statement makiing... poetically alive
and truly Engliish in nature and in form; good field identity
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Jennifer Beaugé (10/16/2011 8:57:00 PM)
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That was beautifully written and the descriptions were clear...Great job! ! !
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Mehraneh Hosseini (9/16/2011 6:28:00 PM)
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A nice poem...nothing to say.. i enjoyed alot...thanks
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Supriya Prathapan (9/15/2011 10:32:00 AM)
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Very touching indeed. 'Three pretty words i always meant in lies, in truths, in angers, in fears, She never adored in her giddy airs'. Wonderfully worded.
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Ken E Hall (9/15/2011 4:47:00 AM)
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The gist of the poem is a personality in reality love kinda dying and thru the quagmire of misfortune in love the reader feels sorry for the forgotten.. Thats how powerful the words are, ...++++10 regards
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Unwritten Soul (9/12/2011 11:42:00 AM)
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'The forgotten' that maybe not be forgotten....coz of the words you choose here the way you play it's like make a reader dancing with the poem listening rhythm of heartbeat :) _Unwritten SOul
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Renu Kakkar (9/12/2011 1:02:00 AM)
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a nice poem, enjoyed reading
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