When Love Dies

Garth Rakumakoe

Hurt, is the fostered child of love

born at high sea

in the winds of August

Hurt lived to tell the tale

Hurt, is the surviving third degree burns

from holding on tightly

to love's burning flame

 

Tragic; the eternal optimist, love is

Love is ever promising

- despite everything -

Love, is its own worst enemy

Love dies believing

in what could have been

Love dies in hope, love itself

dies holding on, oftentimes

never letting go, love dies

of a broken heart

 

It's a sad day when love dies

from unmet expectations

of two people with good intentions

arteries beating assumptions

opaque selective disclosures

and jealousies hard to reconcile

each shaping the other

like pieces of clay

for we both felt we loved

and saw things the same way

yet love dies in different colors

in both our eyes, that have come

to see culprits in each other

where you and I once flew

a bright kite we called love

 

It's a sad day, when love dies

for even in the September rains

love dies a thirsty rose

riddled with thorns, bearing 

little to no petal;

-

May the good coming rains

wash all hurt's tears away

  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 18th, 2023 07:04
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Alan R.
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Comments7

  • Neville



    unable to sleep, I have been up for most of the night here in the UK, and at 05.00 a.m. BST

    I have so far read and enjoyed two outstanding poems .. this is exactly one half of that whole amount .. Neville

  • Garth Rakumakoe

    Accept my gratitude, dear Nev... This piece wrote itself in many ways. To love is to hurt at times my friend. We live, learn, and strive to grow, and become wiser. It was one of those avenues. Sleep and blessings to you, from my window of the world friend. πŸ™πŸΌ

  • Parisab

    It had mattered not, if this poem was penned out of Love or Hurt. It is written with care in every descriptive stanza. Very exquisite…

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      I cannot express my appreciation enough... Words fail me. Thank you for understanding it, and for the appreciation. πŸ™πŸΌ

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      Great poem o like how you have expressed yourself in this

      It’s sad yet I especially like these lines


      each shaping the other
      like pieces of clay


      where you and I once flew
      a bright kite we called love


      May the good coming rains
      wash all hurt's tears away

      Love the mention of that bright kite



    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Very kind words vb... Thank you so much. πŸ™πŸΌ

    • SharonMoemise

      Perfectly penned, Garth. This poem needs no explanation. Every emotion of a dying love is aptly described. Great piece.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        Thank you so much... Much much reciprocated gratitude.

      • Alan R

        for even in the September rains

        love dies a thirsty rose...



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