As my voice
Travels down the hall
And my ears yearn
For your Returning call
As my eyes search
The empty space
Where once I kissed
A familiar face
I look down
At the empty chair
And remember the girl
With golden hair
Those sweet red lips
So full and sweet
A laugh like honey
Melted over a treat
Then the memory fades
And my tear hits the dust
Now the chair is empty
Because I didn’t trust
New poem Plz read?
It's a very beautiful poem, but it sounds alot like you're regretting a lost love due to a mistake you made. You have my sympathy.
Reply:It's actually a real poem, although not a very profound one. You know something about rhyme and meter and I love the imagery of the empty chair. Still it's too straightforward; it needs some metaphor or simile. But keep writing; you have obvious talent and you know the meaning of "poetry."
Reply:hey!!!!!!!! i love your poem. can we chat anytime when you r free. u just really rock
Reply:It almost pushes an entertainment turd.
Reply:wow! that's good sounds like you learned a lesson!
Reply:I liked this line:
A laugh like honey
Melted over a treat
It was a good image.
Thanks for writing.
Reply:Trust has many boundries. Proper conduct fears no exposure. Good poem.
Reply:Learn to trust and you won't be so sad
Reply:I give you 5 *****stars for that poem Sammy , great!!!!!
Reply:It looks like it was written by a 12-year-old whose only knowledge of poetic devices includes a single type of rhyme. By the way, I'll get tons of thumbs down for not coddling you.
Reply:THIS IS A GOOD POEM.
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