With You Gone

by ADyingProphet   Dec 10, 2006


(this poems is not 100% done, i just want some help from other great poets out there, please read it and commet.)

The window of time slowly despairs,
when you are not there.
The clocks hands,
beacome useless while the hours no longer stand.
The glass of our memories is polished
with forbbiden salt teardrops of heartache
that I have wept since you left my grasp.
With you gone my heart beats dust,
but my soul seeks your lust.
A red rose lays upon white crisp linen,
a symbol of lost hope.
Relics of your image-powered movements-,
are reconciled within the bowels of my eyes.
Stars talk,
Angels walk,
when they hear the slightest sound of your name,
beating in the cold morning strain.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 17 years ago

    by SweetElectric

    That was so sweet....very powerful and like Makaveli said it also got me thinking...very emotive and expressive words

  • 17 years ago

    by geeeeee

    "The glass of our memories is polished
    with forbbiden salt teardrops of heartache
    that I have wept since you left my grasp.
    With you gone my heart beats dust,
    but my soul seeks your lust."

    This overall was one of the most amazing poems I have ever read. It was so descriptive and moving, really got me thinking. The imagery was breathtaking. You have a unique style of writing and I really enjoyed reading your work:)

    Take Care.

More Poems By ADyingProphet