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In Love
Frustrations at being ugly
seemed swept under the rug,
when the bitter young boy
finally falls in love.
Summertime in winter,
a candle in the dark.
A joy to call his own
had settled in his heart.
They strolled amongst the flowers
that grew around the park,
they mystified the locals
with their secret, quiet art.
One night when she was sleeping
he crept into her room,
no sound but his heart beating,
above her bed he loomed
In her dreams she remembered
a strange and wistful man,
who hid amongst the flowers,
who followed her when she ran.
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Comment by: elzae - 2008-02-07 17:22
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this is a wonderful piece of work,
so simple, so sad, so loverly!
well done |
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| All too real...*shiver* Well done. |
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this is a well crafted piece of poetry colin .
im likin it alot .
very loving to start with but as then end creeps i see a dark twist in this ..
creeepy romance .he
peace mate
stop by anytime
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Comment by: NicFran - 2007-08-31 07:45
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| Midden: love always seems to find us during a time when we truly can appreciate it and it seems that the â??voiceâ?? feels that even at this present day, he canâ??t believe that his heart is now filled with bliss thinking of a younger view of himself lonely/bitter feeling disregarded by all the joys of loveâ?¦thanks for the â??flash-backâ?? as it binds the first and fourth verses. What a charming & delightful piece!!! |
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"who hid amongst the flowers,
who followed her when she ran."
Oh my gosh. This poem is so sad, but I love the rhyme that the truth creates. So sad... Like a secret, his love for her.. I just love this. You write well, and the flow is perfect. . . but if this is true...I am sorry. Your description has made me (the reader) see the hurt. |
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