Missing Her Everlasting Love

by Poet on the Piano   Dec 27, 2009


My dried eyes wake to pronounced silence
permeating the atmosphere with a dead song.
My bones have grown cold and feeble
as I lay curled in an empty bed
remembering all too easily
her warm body beside me
lighting passionate desires.
I break off from what was
tying scattered thoughts together
while the kettle violently hisses
and watchful clocks emphasize
precious memories of the past.

My soul feels suffocated inside and out
needing a large dose of reality to breathe again.
My aching legs proceed to the door
as I put on a winter's coat
I step into pure angelic snow
nipping winds playfully teasing
I walk on headed for her house.
She bore the most celestial figure
that always swayed with grace
singing fruitful lullabies
'til our child rested his head
and we would dream in peace.

My eyes are playing endless tricks
making me never let go of olden days.
My ears strain to hear music
dancing its way in welcome
a harp it could possibly be
as I do not trust coincidences
but heartily believe she delivered it.
Hounds cry into the evening
and I am immediately reminded
her being great with child
a round belly full and beautiful
carrying a result of our love.

My heart moans in painful agony
tearing me apart to continue day by day.
My soul wanders in chaos
thinking how during this jubilant season
such sorrow could be present
for an angel of mine has passed
God's reliable messenger.
I realize every breath I take in
is simply a waste of space
committing the sin of omission
but then I recall her saying
lives were made for a purpose.

My voice hums her sweet melodies
created long past the early morn.
My fingers reach anxiously 'cross
peppermint clouds in vain
hoping to catch maiden Sun
and draw her dangerously near
just to feel warmth once again.
But her halo runs too far
and I retire the search
only to come back with
chilled and livid veins
tired of this ongoing battle.

My spirit is zealous and eager
bestowing upon me willing strength.
My cracked lips open
forming the cherished words
"I love you for ages to come"
speaking with utter truth
straight from the core.
I listen as I joyfully hear
soft murmurs through evergreens
reassuring the concerns
and magically replacing them
amidst soothing remedies.

My arms lift up to smiling stars
as I notice her lovely face among them.
My body leaps forward
like a jumping sea fish
wanting to finally be settled
in blissfully calm waters
touched by unyielding love.
I break the stubborn walls
and answer her calling
saying farewell to earth
I leave behind distress
and join her figure in Heaven.

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Written for a contest on another poetry site that was
inspired by this quote: "Understand me when I say I love you because the breaths I breathe are wasted on my life"-Brett Colvin (RIP 2008) and also by the song "Hounds of Winter" sung by Sting.

Thank you for reading and I hope you have enjoyed!

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  • 14 years ago

    by ilikepurple222

    I really really love this!!!! it was really great to read! please please keep writing. read my "scars" poem please? i need your feedback.

  • 14 years ago

    by Broken Masquerade

    This is one of the most detailed poems i have ever read. i really like it. You showed such great emotion and it was a well written piece. I loved the ending, I think it finished it off perfectly. You are a talented writer. Well done :) 5/5

  • 14 years ago

    by Lady Nik

    My dried eyes wake to pronounced silence
    permeating the atmosphere with a dead song.

    *These first two lines seemed very sad and somber, but I like that they were first. I think that's a very strong way to open a poem*

    I break off from what was

    *I love how you use "break" here that's brillant.*

    tying scattered thoughts together
    while the kettle violently hisses
    and watchful clocks emphasize
    precious memories of the past.

    *I like how simple this part was. More poem need this. Great imagery, game me a warm at home kind of feel to it.*

    as I put on a winter's coat

    *I think this should just be "winter coat"*

    I step into pure angelic snow
    nipping winds playfully teasing

    *That's a beautiful image. I love the diction here too :) *

    She bore the most celestial figure
    that always swayed with grace
    singing fruitful lullabies

    *The diction here is strong as well. "celestial" I hardly ever see that word, glad yuo used it here. It fits perfectly.*

    Hounds cry into the evening
    and I am immediately reminded
    her being great with child

    *Should there be an "of" before "her" in the third line?*

    My hearts moans in painful agony

    *Should "hearts" just be "heart"?*

    My soul wanders in chaos

    *That line bothered me a little becasue you already said "my soul" I'm mayeb use a different word that means soul like spirit or something like that*

    I realize every breath I take in
    is simply a waste of space
    committing the sin of omission
    but then I recall her saying
    lives were made for a purpose.

    *I feel like that sometimes, Like I don't know what I'm here for when I rememebr the words of other people. I think a lot of people can relate to this stanza.*

    My fingers reach anxiously 'cross
    peppermint clouds in vain
    hoping to catch maiden Sun
    and draw her dangerously near
    just to feel warmth once again.

    *I love the detail here, I feel like I'm right with you. *

    My spirit is zealous and eager
    bestowing upon me willing strength.
    My cracked lips open
    forming the cherished words
    "I love you for ages to come"
    speaking with utter truth
    straight from the core.
    I listen as I joyfully hear
    soft murmurs through evergreens
    reassuring the concerns
    and magically replacing them
    amidst soothing remedies.

    *This has to be my favorite stanza. You write with such tenderness that it makes yours words come to life for me. The imagery is breatking and really makes this poem a love story*

    I leave behind distress
    and join her figure in Heaven.

    *This ending was lovely. You've done a beauitful job with this piece. I love the softness of your words and the beauty of your images. I love that you use all your senses as well. This was wonderful. Most love poems aren't as detailed and don't tell the reader all they want to know, but this one does. Brillant work dear. Nik*