A broken heart within me knows,
What loneliness is...
When it is left to linger,
And slowly grows to wither in wishes!
A happiness living outside is dismissed.
For what it is.
Because it isn't felt,
From inside...
With a gladness that appears.
It's much too late to date a memory!
When fading ushers its leaving.
No one else can see it drift.
Yet an emptiness is hinged...
To a pain remaining that is grieving,
Within.
Time gone,
Like the wind blows,
Never returns again!
Not to visit in inquisitive sits...
With the one excited to be near,
In benefitted moments held dear.
It's much too late to date a memory!
When fading ushers its leaving.
No one else can see it drift.
Yet an emptiness is hinged...
To a pain remaining that is grieving,
Within.
A broken heart within me knows,
What loneliness is...
When it is left to linger,
And slowly grows to wither in wishes!
A happiness living outside is dismissed.
For what it is.
Because it isn't felt,
From inside...
With a gladness that appears.
Time gone,
Like the wind blows,
Never returns again!
Not to visit in inquisitive sits...
With the one excited to be near
In benefitted moments held dear.
Lawrence, great depth of emotion here. I, so, identify with it! I definately think you need some pound cake! Blessings always, Theo
Hi Lawrence, Its beautiful love hath bounded with divine...purity love eternity... thanks and best regards, Mary
nice expression of the true love hath been broken.nice penned.
I, too, have been the victim of a broken heart. Nice poem. I have five poems, but they are not activated yet. Why does it take so long for a new poet? Some of them were posted three days ago!
Broken heart explains its state of affairs. Beautiful poem.
A broken heart within me knows, What loneliness is... When it is left to linger, And slowly grows to wither in wishes! experience of loneliness is very painful. it breaks the heart....... loss of wishes and despair rules the heart.. painfullll. very nice poem full of living emotions. tony
Full of feelings and loaded with lonliness. Well done my friend!
The loneliness within is the poet's chief source of Muse. You have fully exploited this facility. Thanks for this orgasmic write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It kills me to read this because it feels as if what my heart felt has been written out by someone I barely even know.