Arthur Edwardson


My Emily - Poem by Arthur Edwardson

It is a night of sorrow, a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness. The thirsting one
rises.

Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal wanting she is forever damned to pursue.

Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of new awareness,
I weep.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about My Emily by Arthur Edwardson

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011


Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]