Painted sky
Theta was here, slightly confused for his friend was complaining that it was raining and yet the sky was clear as day while we sat on the hill I turned to his face. I now understood and realized it was raining that day
- Deaf & quiet yet ears still uncontrollably roaring
Is there a god and if so why does he do this without any warning
- Why must he retake his inventions his art and beauty
I’ve been left with nothing making her smile was my duty
- Only memory is left bittersweet and left restless
For I wake up to the voice of her knowing there are no echoes just stress
- I feel she watches over me for I'm not sad but feel cheated
For I was always there for her and she was all i needed
- But i sit here on this hill wet without any rain knowing i won’t see her again
They say when someone dies angels cry but the sky looked the most beautiful than it’s ever been
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Good morning my fellow poets, i hope you have a wonderful day. As always feedback is always welcomed. - Theta the scholar They say when a painter dies he or she can paint the sky anyway they see fit.
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Comments4
Ironically published on a rainy day.
A heart-wrenching lament over the loss of a loved one - - a powerful set of couplets with an outstanding rhyme scheme - - well written but sad this posting Theta --
Indeed I felt i haven't written a sad piece in awhile my last couple of poems are mostly about feelings or requested poems.
love the rhyme, you painted an awesome picture for your readers, i loved this last lines, so good
Im glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for the generous words
Those tears of angels are felt within oneself. Good write Theta.
Thank you for the kind words
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