The Let Down Poem by Monica O'Connor
The Let Down
Rating: ★5.0
November 22,2009
Hands dry with cracking skin,
heads high as light falls dim,
delicate confessions between sheets.
A time, a place, a day, a dream.
A promise, patient virtue,
pure as gold.
[and then the let down.]
Saturday, December 12, 2009
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/26/2024 10:21:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem! ! ! I liked very much the last lines: 'A time, a place, a day, a dream. A promise, patient virtue, pure as gold.' It's not a good experience to be disappointed by someone, to have the heart broken by someone.But when this experience becomes a poem, it's so nice to read it.