Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Cup of Shadows


The Cup of Shadows Draws Near
Filling My Mind With Fear.
Shadows Swirling, Thoughts Churning
Eyes Darkened By Loathing.

Goodbye, My Love, My Only One
I Hope You'll Miss Me When I'm Gone.
The Memory of Your Kiss Upon My Lips
The Feel of Your Skin On My Fingertips.

Curtains Are Drawn, Candles Alight
Prayers Said, No One In Sight.
My Spirit Now Freed From My Body
My Only Wish Is That You Loved Me.

(Note: I'm sorry about that this poem is substandard. I promise I will try to do better next time. This poem is kind of depressing, well that what came out of my mind. Please click this link.)





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8 comments:

  1. gautami tripathyNovember 24, 2010 at 11:31 PM

    I like the look of your blog! And loved this post too!

    shifting with the winds

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  2. BerowneNovember 24, 2010 at 11:49 PM

    Interesting. Different but interesting.

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  3. HelenNovember 25, 2010 at 12:18 AM

    If it comes from your heart and soul, nothing is less than wonderful!

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  4. Kay L. DaviesNovember 25, 2010 at 4:00 AM

    Everyone's only wish is to be loved, whether they say so or not, whether they know it or not.
    -- K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  5. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallNovember 25, 2010 at 6:43 AM

    love the rhymes itself,

    love is everyone's wishes...
    awesome tale....

    My Magpie

    has some awards/treats in it, have fun and enjoy the blog love.

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  6. Tumblewords:November 25, 2010 at 9:43 AM

    A nice site you have. The poem is heart felt and honest, provocative and powerful.

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  7. DollsAndSpooksNovember 25, 2010 at 10:32 AM

    thanks to gautami tripathy, berowne,
    helen, kay l. Davies, Jingle,and Tumblewords for the kind words and encouragement. ;-) the people who left a comment inspired me to write again. i will be visiting your blogs one by one.

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