I stand here before you, broken, nude
Shattered hopes, dreams, they fell apart
Wanting not, but seemed to be subdued
Within my hands, I hold my dying heart
With feelings that I never can allude
I give to you, to make it beat, to start
Allowing then my life to start this day
So take it, leave it not within its disarray
The way you hold, it offers me a light
A brilliance, strong, that serves to give so much
Like hands on fire, you bring it to ignite
Just by your taking and giving it your touch
Offering then a future so very bright
Because you have it there within your clutch
Oh gentle soul, such meaning you do give
Allowing me yet again, this day to live
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Author:
Michael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Ottava Rima is a rhyming stanza form of Italian origin. It uses eight iambic lines and follows a rhyme scheme of ABABABCC.
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Comments3
A beautiful form which is new to me. A beautiful poem which speaks in words of love unsurpassed. A poem to swoon for.
I thought Ottava Rima was some guy somewhere - being un-cultured as I am! lol. Good write P.
Very nice! I felt this one! You're risking it all...to...FEEL! I love it!
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