Final Bow Poem by jasmin bell
Final Bow
the rain is falling on my car window,
the pain has made me fill with sorrow.
I can't look you in the eyes anymore,
even though you have eyes that I adore.
I see your house fade into the distance,
I want to go back but i resist.
I was out of line, I know,
but you should have tried to follow.
We use to be close,
you use to tell me you loved me to most.
But that is in the past now,
its time for me to make my final bow.
this is a wonderful poem.. expecially for your tender age.
excellent done........u put the feelings well in words........... beautiful work....... ;)
you have hit the nail on the head with this one, captured the heats and imagination of the reader.10 keep it up
Makes Sense indeed and is similer to my works, I think it is a masterpeice a masterpeice indeed
This that comes to take the final blow is thought provoking. This poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned. Present becomes the past.
Started out thinking this a poem about death. And it was. Death of innocence, of romance, and of happiness. Nice structure, wasn't too long, or full of itself, said what it wanted to say, and was above all honest. Great poem.
We use to be close, you use to tell me you loved me to most. But that is in the past now, its time for me to make my final bow......VERY HONESTWAY OFPUTTINGTHETHINGS IN RIGHT PERSPECTIVES...ILIKED YOUR APPROACHANDHOPESEE MANY FTHISKIND IN FUTURE.....LOVELY POEM....10 READ MINE.. FINAL ACT.... ANYWHERE.... NOT EASY.... AT CROSS ROAD
Liked it a lot :) . Very straight forward, tender and sweet :) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/31/2023 6:12:22 PM # 1.0.0.1113
sweet and a lovely poem with rich idea..well done..10/10