I burned them all to ashes,
The things you used to say.
I guess you didn't write them down,
So you'd avoid this day.
I don't think you considered
The wonders of the mind,
And how it treats the remnants
Of lovers left behind.
You thought I'd always cherish,
The things you gave to me.
But honey, I can't value,
What others get for free.
It's going to take forever,
But I've got many years;
To burn away the memories
Contained in all my tears.
For now I've just avoided,
Substantial pain and strife.
I just incinerated all,
The things that were our life.
They now are only ashes.
No flames of love remain.
Here no Phoenix lies in wait;
For love, to rise again.
Beautiful poem you are a artist...........................write more: {
a wonderful catharsis penned for others to gain that wisdom and insight, , noting that while there is remorse there is no resentment, , , a man who yes has met himself before his arrival.....
ryhming poems are the funniest but also the most touching in my opinion :) sweet job
And then we spend forever struggling to scrub the stain from out hands. This...really good.
What a good and realistic way to forge ahead when the bliss of love has ended! Burning words of love to ashes and taking things in stride. A lovely piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
A wonderful poem of emotion and putting those things behind... Moving ahead in confidence. Enjoyable read! ; D
VThey now are only ashes. No flames of love remain. Here no Phoenix lies in wait; For love, to rise again.....excellent and out standing.. clear expression of views in assertive way.. i am amazed at choosing of words.....10 read mine an end to solitude....clear emotions
such heartfelt words, with a touch of grace and elegance. nicely penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes dear freind.......... there is no wait for any love, but what i am seeing that there is consideration about love beautifully written poem