howard simon

Without You - Poem by howard simon

A palace is but a shack
Limousine a jalopy
A tuxedo is but rags
Gold is devalued to mud
Riches are but poverty
A garden is a desert
Roses turn out to be thorns
The sun dances in the night
Health is pregnant with illness
Laughter gives birth to crying
Music gives birth to mourning
Gladness gives birth to groaning
Everything becomes nothing
Life is but death without You

Comments about Without You by howard simon

  • Silver Star - 3,024 Points Brian Stafford (6/7/2015 8:48:00 AM)

    excellent poem, well written with feeling! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 11,463 Points Hazel Durham (5/25/2015 7:52:00 AM)

    Brilliant write with beautiful imagery, I could really relate to this passionate write! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 17,679 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (4/15/2014 10:45:00 AM)

    Absence of someone loved so much brings forth anguished simple yet powerful....... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,445 Points Unwritten Soul (11/4/2012 9:26:00 AM)

    The phase contrast emerged when someone is not there to be cheers as togetherness..a nice poem, so different the way you do it_Soul (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Candymarie Nevin (11/4/2012 12:56:00 AM)

    i really like this poem there is alot of meaning behind it. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,218 Points Walterrean Salley (11/1/2012 11:34:00 AM)

    Could be spiritual or natural, seeing that one could lose in so many ways. I have lost loved ones, which left me feeling totally lost. Amazing how powerful the emotional connection. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,100 Points Antonio Liao (10/24/2012 12:17:00 AM)

    the awkward of love comes in between stanza, sacrifice maybe but the essence of life lives in the most unexpected way. A Deep cooled breath of experienced recall... (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,519 Points Marieta Maglas (8/10/2012 5:41:00 PM)

    I think you're right, the absence of faith generates poverty, but only living in poverty we may understand our sins and we may return to The Lord.This means that He still loves us and He makes us poor because He wants to save our souls.People may be rich without being with God but with the devil.This way, The Lord destroies their existence. There are rich people living to burn in hell.Great poem, thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 7, 2012

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