O parting breeze from my meadows,
Return my stolen rose to me;
The thorn which lived in its shadows —
That thorn was also close to me.
The honey-bee asked for nectar,
My eyes could give but only tears;
A hive which has no protector —
Who'll save it from the hornet's spear?
My soul is still in disbelief;
Was it truly her time to leave?
The only cure for those in grief —
Don't comfort them, let them grieve.
O parting one, a final glance,
From your eyes to my yearning eyes;
I would explain, given the chance,
The pain you gave with no goodbyes.
-Anas Merchant
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Author:
Anas Merchant (
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- Category: Sad
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Beautiful and sad at the same time this poem is most poetic in rhyme and with such good meter and flow it sings a sad song. A fave
You favouriting my work is actually telling me i wrote something which has touched you!
Im seriously learning Fixed Form poetry as opposed to my previous works
I follow the traditional rules of meter, cadence , rhyme scheme , stress syllable counts etc while maintaining unity of thought in order to produce the best sounding poems when read out loud!
Byronically motivated
All forms have their place and yes you are right it did touch me I loved it
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