Treasure Island

Mihaela Pirjol


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Nothing here, nothing to share.
I died in flesh devoured by death;
Look not for life, it isn't there!
I lost love, I lost my breath.

The face you see, still in its youth
Oh! It is old enough, saw many tears;
Look in the heart the face of truth
Then you can say you guessed my years.

The rosy cheeks and lips you lust
Too long neglected, forgot to shine;
Did you expect our love to last,
Improved with time like the finest wine?

No more the songs can melt my heart,
Or hymns of love to chant with angels;
Oh! Do not declare your love too loud
For words of mind of lying tells.

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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  • Ed Nigma (7/6/2014 1:48:00 PM)

    Neat poem, I liked the way this line read not for just for its content but the way it rolled off the tongue The rosy cheeks and lips you lust Sad how often times love fades along with a persons looks. Meaning they love you for how you look and you hold good memories in what attracted them to you but as you grow older the looks fade and so does their appreciate of who you are. I think betty page realized this LONG before she got out of the industry and to this very day has been hidden in her home away from people. She wont allow pictures to be taken and nobody has caught any images of her since her youth. She wanted to be remembered that way. Nice thought conveyed in this poem. Allan Gerard~ (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (3/9/2014 5:35:00 PM)

    Losing love through the telling of lies takes away the basis of all love,
    that of trust in one another. Without it someone may loudly proclaim
    their love day and night, and it will not be heard, because a mind
    knows of the lies that have been told. Genuine feelings of loss because
    of hurt another inflicts upon you in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
    RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Murugadas A Karippode (3/8/2014 6:53:00 AM)

    The poem 'Untitled' is simply beautiful with theme of mortality.The use humble & rustic words adds more beauty to each lines. (Report) Reply

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