Uriah Hamilton


The Taste Of Death - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I have not heard
The melody of morning birds
This entire summer season…
I’m sure they still sing
Delicately at dawn,
But my thoughts are deafening:
I think of your tears
And how we walked away
From each other on a fateful day
Of anger and jealousy,
A day of harsh words
And damnable recriminations!

When you feel hurt
To the empty core of your being,
Forgiveness is impossible
And the loneliness
Is the taste of death.


Comments about The Taste Of Death by Uriah Hamilton

  • john tiong chunghoo (7/9/2005 12:59:00 AM)

    the best thing about reading the poetry
    of others is that we could improve on our own.
    yours dazzle.
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  • (7/8/2005 5:51:00 PM)

    i hear a lot of female crows of a morning i think there female one cant be too sure
    these days anyway good poem

    Warm regards allan
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  • (7/8/2005 5:41:00 PM)

    This is a heap of good stuff, Uriah, if you'll pardon the pun. (Report)Reply

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  • (7/8/2005 1:18:00 PM)

    Uriah,
    Another amazing poem. I know what you mean by not hearing the birds. Sometimes I dont hear or feel anything When Ive seperated with someone.
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  • (7/8/2005 12:31:00 PM)

    Hurt is one of the most powerful feelings....but to counter it, love is out there. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 8, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, July 8, 2005


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