Hearts that Break
Quiet winds in meadows all of flame,
Naked truth be told to sooth,
The hour of my shame.
Beating hearts still grow apart,
From years of selfish blame.
Don’t bring her to my mind of blue,
As neither play the game.
Lost am I, my golden love,
For you and yours to feel,
I hide now in a cave,
Where thieves will surely steal.
What little truth that’s left for us,
What end is so far near.
For heaven sinned upon my lust,
This loss is as I feared.
I'll wake upon the dewy grass,
And open both green eyes,
To see the empty field beyond,
What love for us surmised.
It had a mind, it had a soul,
Till hell burnt all its flesh.
And left me with an emptiness.
With next to nothing left.
Here I sit, here I wait,
To breath another breath,
For fell the rain on down so light,
And brought it’s weight upon my chest.
It soaked my head, my essence drowned,
as chariot awaits,
To bring us to a better place,
Where there is no pain in haste.
No sting to Ponder, no remorse,
As life steers us another way,
Upon the horse I ride in pastures forth,
Beginning yet another fleeting day.
For time has lost us in the wind,
And blown us back to dust,
My love, thou taught me near to sin,
Forget you though I must.
For you are still within my thoughts,
Of every single morn,
And every night, within this fight,
Has brought this field to storm.
In earth’s of green my love alone,
My garden here I linger,
For peace to find my memory,
Where none will point their finger.
For if we part and finally loose,
What once we almost had,
As if God had died, hung in a noose,
And hell made men feel glad.
This was just the truth of life,
As wheels turn round and round,
Our chariot stops with only strife,
Where nothing makes a sound.
It’s silence like a medicine,
Of time to heal what’s broke.
Our minds and hearts and souls are lost,
Where all the fires are stoked.
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Very compelling reverie... full of fierce images and terse observations... at first this piece seemed unnecessarily stilted and sometimes unnatural in its phrasing. But as I read on it finds its rhythm and works on the reader's heart with its insistence and sincerity and courage. To face pain bravely only to find more pain is a bit of the human condition, no? Thanks for posting.
I'm glad it got your attention. Thanks.
Plea of agony, pain, potential loss, love, and yearning so nicely written inverse with a very classical feel loved it
A lot my poems seem to have a classic feel. Maybe I should try and write more modern no?
Not necessarily, I like classic style and it goes well with your poems.
Thank you for your opinion.
Powerful work.
Whew. Lots here. "For time has lost us in the wind,
And blown us back to dust,
My love, thou taught me near to sin,
Forget you though I must." is kind of the story of my life.
Thanks for this.
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