Poem -
unrequited love
In shadows of the night, thy visage gleams,
A haunting vision, woven in my dreams.
Thine eyes, they burn like distant, fervent flame,
Yet in thy heart, I bear no whispered name.
I cry thy name into the void’s embrace,
A silent echo, heart’s desolate space.
Thou walk’st away, without a backward glance,
Leaving me ensnared in this twisted dance.
Oh, agony of love, thy cruel delight,
A fire that sears, a wound in endless night.
So I raise my fist to the heavens above,
To the torment and the pangs of unrequited love.
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For some reason I feel this poem needs the use of thy, thine and thou. Unrequited love is a feature of any generation I know but it suits those words. Or maybe that's just me. And as a French teacher how can I not like visage. I like the alliteration across those lines with vision and the line "yet in thy heart I bear no whispered name" is sad but beautiful. Lovely rhymes throughout and a great last verse and line. Nice to finish with the title.Â
thank you bernie, its part of a trilogyÂ
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ive been helping janie with some poems, i'm trying to concince her to write a trilogy on a subjectÂ
You have an interesting bio Thomas.Â
my poem here.... lost, a missing step best sums me up,
Well, I lost a step,
It's gone, lost somewhere
In the shuffle of my unsteady feet.
Parkinson's has a way
Of stealing the rhythm from your stride,
Turning every walk across the room
Into an adventure.
I'm cantankerous, they say,
Irritable even.
My patience has long flown.Â
But what do they expect?
Every button is a battle,
Every spoonful of soup
An exercise in concentration.
Yet, I see hope in each new dawn.
The tremors, the stumbles—
They're just part of the dance now.
As night falls and I settle into my chair,
I close my eyes and listen.
The world outside is alive, and so am I.
Tomorrow's another day,
And I'll find that missing step.
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Now I am really confused. I was referring to what you have said on your profile on cosmofunnel.
This poem is about you? I know there may be a suspicion that you and Janie 18 are one and the same.Â
I am so confused.Â
nope
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Sorry I still don't understand. Why are you answering for Thomas and he answered for you? It's very confusing.Â