exploding like prisms of blinding light I am but a twig floating in the debris of your imaginings yet still thirsting for your longings don't you see? I am weak I am helpless I am not supposed to be crawling, wading unto the splintered pages of your memory and as your tears find its way down to my bleeding heart I just know the joys we had would sprout like petals
in my lonely and forgotten grave.
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Posted: Apr 2022
About this poem:
Even if sadness was a part of your life, sometimes it's nice to relive them because it is what made you of who you are today.
ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal South AfricaMay 28, 2023
Hi Lindsy, Love the emotion that shines in your poems, and yes I agree, if something sad or hurtful happened, it helped make you who you are, it is good to look back and remember sometimes, it kind of makes you stronger somehow.
Hi Lindsyjones; I like your poem, here a reply; Your Silent Echo, My Solemn Oath
Transcending through the spectra, Of poignant melancholy, I perceive your spectral whisper, A twig afloat, in my mind's reverie.
Your weakness cries, your helplessness sighs, Not forgotten, in my heart's treasury, Like a phantom, you wade through the faded sheets, Of our shared chapters, of yore's tapestry.
And as your tears seep into my heart, They bring forth a river, so deeply charted, Where the reflections of our joys ripple, Rekindling flames of love, dearly departed.
Do you not perceive? Can you not hear? The echoes of my heart, beating in your grave, Your lonely rest, is not forgotten, my dear, For our love's memory, is what I tirelessly crave.
Your tears, they bloom, like petals in spring, In your grave, not forgotten, but silently serene, There lies a garden, of our love's making, In the silent whispers, of what has been.
I promise you, in the twilight's glow, As stars bear witness to our love's tale, In the heartbeats of the cosmos, you'll know, Our love, though silent, will ever prevail. RICARDO CORAZÓN DE LEÓN---(RICHARD LION´S HEART) my pseudonim.
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Love the emotion that shines in your poems, and yes I agree, if something sad or hurtful happened, it helped make you who you are, it is good to look back and remember sometimes, it kind of makes you stronger somehow.
Your Silent Echo, My Solemn Oath
Transcending through the spectra,
Of poignant melancholy,
I perceive your spectral whisper,
A twig afloat, in my mind's reverie.
Your weakness cries, your helplessness sighs,
Not forgotten, in my heart's treasury,
Like a phantom, you wade through the faded sheets,
Of our shared chapters, of yore's tapestry.
And as your tears seep into my heart,
They bring forth a river, so deeply charted,
Where the reflections of our joys ripple,
Rekindling flames of love, dearly departed.
Do you not perceive? Can you not hear?
The echoes of my heart, beating in your grave,
Your lonely rest, is not forgotten, my dear,
For our love's memory, is what I tirelessly crave.
Your tears, they bloom, like petals in spring,
In your grave, not forgotten, but silently serene,
There lies a garden, of our love's making,
In the silent whispers, of what has been.
I promise you, in the twilight's glow,
As stars bear witness to our love's tale,
In the heartbeats of the cosmos, you'll know,
Our love, though silent, will ever prevail.
RICARDO CORAZÓN DE LEÓN---(RICHARD LION´S HEART) my pseudonim.