Mark R Slaughter


Were There Hope - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles;
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me! -
Perhaps descent into a game of wiles

To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of golden plumes of hair.

But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a fading ghost of yore?



Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Comments about Were There Hope by Mark R Slaughter

  • Rookie Celestial - (11/19/2012 11:26:00 AM)

    Very nice! You are a great poem writer! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie John Bakare (4/7/2010 4:40:00 AM)

    Nice one, But the soulless ghost of yore? This another, im so inlove with the poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Stephanie McKean (1/8/2010 6:27:00 PM)

    Wow, This is really good. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 7, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 5, 2013