Troglodyte
There’s water beneath this sweltering sand
cause I cried a river over you
a bleeding river like the Rio Grande
whose desertlike ending makes me blue.
This thing called love is a crazy worry.
Morning into night, nothing seems right.
My whirly-bird ride, gone in a hurry
has left me without an appetite.
I’m lonely all the time. Please take my hand!
You can’t kindle romance with one match.
Those fools that rush to the hottest rock bands
can’t free themselves from that booby hatch.
My heart lies broken in these burning dunes.
It finds no solace from your cold lips.
Our love’s a dance floor where none hear the tunes.
Please love me again! Nothing here fits.
Where will I go on this river of no return?
My raft bears my heart to the sea of destiny.
Lost on tossing waves, overwhelmed and overturned
I am but a water-drop in an endless sea.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
Offline) - Published: September 7th, 2023 12:33
- Comment from author about the poem: Lost love.
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Love lost is that love to lament upon, to write about in a beautifully rhyming, descriptive write such as this done. Well written! Clearly expressed!
Thanks, Pop64 for your comments. I appreciate your opinion.
There’s water beneath this sweltering sand
cause I cried a river over you
a bleeding river like the Rio Grande
whose desertlike ending makes me blue
Would it be wrong to say I wish someone had written this for me?
I guess not after all I'm only human. This is as yours always are a kudos written with a poets pen perfectly ❤️
A true inspiring read. Thank you Sir.
Wow Teddy15, much thanks for the wonderful words. The human heart is inspired by love.
Your descriptive words of love lost, a fitting lament, taking me to that so poignant last stanza, that just fits like a glove. Beautifully written!
Thanks Bella, for your comments. My lament was inspired by music.
Come on - cheer up!!
A very well written piece of misery.
( I'm only doing this because I cannot compete with the previous entries above.....)
PS: What qualifies you as a Troglodyte?
Thanks DD, for your comments and to answer your question I'm an old, tired, and out of date hermit, with nothing to do but write poetry.
Meet Troglodyte No 2 then, Brother. 🙃
very deep .. but then what would one expect from a subterranean dweller .. very much enjoyed Phil .. and just between you and me sir .. I lived for just over two weeks with the Troglodyte community on the fringe of the Sahara and would you believe my stay there with Sami was only cut short because we got flooded .. Neville
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