Impurity Poem by Nika McGuin
Impurity
You with whom it's hard to find a good memory
untarnished by your poorly masked envy
a pure memory with you, exists purely in my imagination
You whom I've held as close my entire life
you, always there - whether in a good sense or bad
You who left me with nary a second glance
You who pushed me away without reason
a familiar shadow in the distance
you, now much estranged
You who has added as much
to the torment of my soul
as I have
-I miss you-
And I can't understand it
it's on my mind late at night
and early in the morning when I awake
why! ? why on earth would I
miss you...
A refined poetic imagination, Nika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
do read two poems of mine it seems you did miss MOMS SMILES AND MOTHER 'S DAY TODAY LATER ON REMEMBER YOU MAY
VERY deep imagery really as I read ur conment o he pyramids I rote this miss..The pyramid does win as another one will come and say a different thing if u study the PYRAMIDS as I do you will see the worlds dictionary in a pyramid it's concealed I have studied and so I know what makes the Pyramids of Giza the ZODIACS basic show not many know...Pyramid is the basics of ASTROLOGY
Sorry. I could not give you a 10- -the voting booth is buried and irretrievable under a bilious heap of ads. Looks like PH has made a decision that ads are more important than their faithful membership.
And that is the penalty of falling in love. We go all starry-eyed out in the world innocently expecting people to be honorable and true to their words and promises and the next thing you know we're wondering why we miss them. Excellent write. 10
Thanks Susan! ~ Yes it's something that really shouldn't have a penalty. One could say it happened because you leaped before you looked but honestly no amount of looking let's you know how it will turn out, right?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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That is the question isn't it? It seems to defy reason, but when was love ever reasonable. If it were all of the poems even before Shakespeare would have had no need to be written. One moment the clarity of high places such as a mountaintop and then a valley of questions turned over and over in the mind like polished battered driftwood on the shore. Love is lost in translation between the heart and the mind.
Very true Edmund! That sounds like the perfect definition for love.
excellent interpretation EDMUND Did u read my two poems moms smiles and mother's day today real love only moms can display others go astray and off the mark anyway