Last Edited Elegy Poems (1,148)

The depth of her emotions - like a sea; -
Are something that few men can understand;-
Like Einstein with his relativity;
Where in this world we're but a grain of sand;-
Sometimes a spark in lady's eye I see;
(Then I feel humble, for I am just a man);-
The female, and the sacred, and the goddess;-
Where compassion soaks like tears down a dress.

It's women who gave birth to all our life;-
The reflection of her soul is in her eyes;
A gentle spirit in this world of strife;-
She rocks her baby softly lullabies;
And then maybe, she'll make a goodly wife;-
She wants understanding, when those tears she cries;
You must love her most - even when shes old;-
That's her comfort in a world so cold.

I say to all the ladies: we are but men;-
We have our weakness and our imperfections;
Forgive us when we stray, (just now and then);-
To seek solace in another girl's affections;
I'll try to be a better man - and when;-
I find love - it will be my resurrection.;
I'm not saying that, in beauty, you are blameless;-
Though with your gentle hearts, you do ashame us.




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Within the blood-red nature of this rose,
Runs sap of life - without impediment,
A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows,
Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment,
That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows,
Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raiment,
To Time;- as long forgotten love affairs;-
Her billets-doux, the wind takes unawares.




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For seven years I've longed for your love,
That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss -
As winged she flies - a lonely dove -
Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;-
No longer I'll watch the empty cove,
And dying waves that beg for a tryst -
For times tide has washed away
Each lonely year and empty day.

Till what we have now - a ghost of the past-
Though it still proves that we can hold
A sweet memory that will always last
Against these years a love untold.
I give the spring flowers a final blast -
To thaw the ice of my heart so cold;-
But the loneliness grows - a velveteen moss -
To patina the years that we both have lost.

Still my soul's tempest will not subside
An hour with you and I'd feel whole again
Loneliness drowns in the ebb of your tide
When love's quick fire burns in my veins; -
From my heart's longing I never can hide-
Though the years apart have bound us like chains;-
Where once we loved with hearts that were true -
Now loves faded rose cannot bloom anew.


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A woman's beauty may well surpass her soul -
A woman's beauty won't be revealed to all.
A woman's beauty - for the man who sees it not; -
That man will never see - that's his sad lot.

A woman's beauty - only seen in glimpses-
When two stranger's eyes meet - perhaps on a train;
And as we go to work in the rush hour, -
A quick glance may hold all of her power.

A woman's heart is soft - with a finesse -
The fair sex - and I'll call it a grace; -
Yet her love will go out like a light -
For the man who doesn't treat her right.


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You dont have to become hard,
quit deodorant , shun perfume & the razor
in order to be strong...
All that lingering bitterness
can never right the past wrong ...
To create a distorted reality
of how super you are, though
wont help you through the test of time in length ...
Got to stay grounded , be genuine to yourself
because who you truly are
is your precious invincible wealth ...
You say you want this and that
but dont need any of it ...
That's just a hypocritical argument
that easily falls flat ....
You just can't bring yourself
to be honest and admit .

What's wrong with being human, vulnerable ...
have needs still unfulfilled , but more than able ...
As long as you remain standing ... productive...
creative ... and still willing to dare
As long as you know
of the things to beware ...
Time goes mercilessly forward
and we all grow older ...
But quite pathetic to age embittered,
alone & lonely but in denial ...
A huge boulder for a chip on the shoulder...
Not willing to recognize & embrace
that which is vital ...
one's vulnerability and being perfectly imperfect .
No rocket science, really .. though in many cases,
for them, seem like a wellkept secret ...

You cant invite in love, contentment,
and overall happiness
if you face these with fangs and claws all bare ...
You've got to simply open up enough,
without keeping a tight tally when time to share ...
And that genuine beauty from the heart
on the outside of your being, to show & wear ...

May the tickboxes in your wishlist
be greatly reduced this coming new year...
May it be more bountiful
with what is genuinely best for you,
as your wellbeing is
precious & most dear ...
And may your life be in an even better place
with whoever & wherever
towards your destiny
the winds of fate will steer ....
All these and more,
I wish for you ... with intentions
wellmeant ... heartfelt ... and sincere ...

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years,
I’ll be sitting again all aflutter beside you in one hundred years,
I’ll be kissing your hand, wrapped in passion, in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We'll be sitting again in the garden in one hundred years,
We will quarrel again, you will go to your home in one hundred years,
Moon will be lighting my way to your house in one hundred years,
When you, oh my baby, will open me door in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

We’ll be probably one hundred thirty in one hundred years,
We’ll be probably missing our thirty in one hundred years,
We, old-timers, will still sit together in one hundred years,
When we’re so close to the Heavens in one hundred years.

I still care for you same as back in the day,
Still not able to get over tears that you shed.
Saw you yesterday walk in the street once again,
In an anguish I covered my face with the hand.

Once again winter’ll come into town in one hundred years,
Snowflakes’ll start falling down to ground in one hundred years.
And in snow-covered garden we, old-timers, may still sit together in one hundred years,
But all this in one hundred years, one hundred years.

Look above – see how beautiful is the starfall,
Look above – see how beautiful is this white moon,
See how beautiful are these white clouds,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop frownin',
Wish that all the stars and moon, and night were yours.
Oh, how beautiful are these white clouds,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop frownin',
Wish that all the stars and moon, and night were yours.

Look above – see how beautiful is this rainbow,
Look above – see how nice this rose color becomes it,
See how beautiful, rays are so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop scowlin',
Wish that all the colors of rainbow were yours.
Oh, how beautiful, rays are so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder, stop scowlin',
Wish that all the colors of rainbow were yours.

Look above – see how beautiful is this love,
Oh how beautiful that this love needs to be cherished,
Just to think of it is so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder and promise give,
That you’ll love me forever in this life, my baby.
Oh, to think of it is so beautiful,
Put the head on my shoulder and promise give,
That you’ll love me forever in this life, my baby.

Look above – see how beautiful is the starfall!

Vokzal…
A stingy, poor, bitter tear
Is trickling down the window here,
Now I am living in the past.
Vokzal…
The town is flying past the train,
In it we used to live one day,
Dreaming forever to stay there.
So in our life it comes to pass,
Can’t live together, have to part,
To shreds from sufferings is torn
Heart.
Tears by the road are bitter, hard,
Love’s sufferings are brutal such,
Became again the lonesome ones
Now.
Vokzal…
Remember I warmth of your soul,
How easy was it for us both,
All in the past, long time ago.
Vokzal…
All clocks have stopped and do not stir,
Thawed water will then wash it off
For good the trace of how it was.
So in our life it comes to pass,
Can’t live together, have to part,
To shreds from sufferings is torn
Heart.
Tears by the road are bitter, hard,
Love’s sufferings are brutal such,
Became again the lonesome ones
Now.
Vokzal…
Remember I warmth of your soul,
How easy was it for us both,
All in the past, long time ago.
So in our life it comes to pass,
Can’t live together, have to part,
To shreds from sufferings is torn
Heart.
Tears by the road are bitter, hard,
Love’s sufferings are brutal such,
Became again the lonesome ones
Now.
Vokzal…

Don’t cry,
There’s still another one last night that’s left to us,
I’ve got that one last time to whisper “you are mine,”
And only one last time these eyes,
Your eyes will look into my eyes and then a tear
Will fall by chance down on my hand,
Next day I’m left, I’m left alone without you,
But you don’t cry.

Don’t cry,
It looks like fate decreed against, it was bad luck,
We weren’t meant together, where on earth was I?
It took us such long time to meet, but, see, just now
I know I’m yours, and only cry, a cry of heart
I’ll check tomorrow, as for now
You stay with me for one last time,
For one last time.

You see,
Now I’m unable not to think, to dream of you,
Don’t know, no way to tell just how on earth I could
Allow you take away my love at time when I
Set eyes on you and then and there I whispered “yes,”
But let me say, please get me right,
Cause you know well how much I love,
How much I love.

Just know,
I’ll find you anyplace wherever you may go,
For you I’ll cover all the pages with my verse,
And should we meet in any place among the crowd,
You shall not turn away from me, pull off my road,
I’ll steal you, snatch away from all,
And you’ll be mine, forever mine,
Forever mine.