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    Love impaled

    Mystical bird driven to search and find
    perfect thorn to impale himself upon
    Oh if only sweet death would be so kind
    Unaltered path, sung most beautiful song

    The inkling of loves consequence and pain
    Those lacerating wounds my heart would bear
    Like angels tears flooding the earth with rain
    Slowly dying for love to me was air

    Knowledge would have changed nothing in the end
    A heart in love could not be reasoned with
    I'd give my heart a million times again
    Unlike the bird my love was not a myth

    This love was as the first time I'd been born
    Where death and love unites last song and thorn

    By AlexandratheLate
    November 22, 1998





  • #2
    Love this, 1998, wow!

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  • #3
    This is great, AG! Would love to see more from your gilded age!

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  • #4
    This stands the test of time, a true mark of good poetry

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  • #5
    Wow - such powerful lines. Beautiful!

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    • #6
      Thank you very Sumyanna!!! :-)

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      • #7
        One of the best quality poems I've ever read...

        truly touching, & IMPALED UPON THIS BURD...

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        • #8
          Thank you very much Billie. I appreciate such wonderful comments. :-)

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          • #9
            What a vivid and skilfully wrought sonnet, Alexandra. This one leaps from the page! Wow, really impressive!

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          • #10
            Like a fine wine this poem gets better with time. Savored every sip of your words.

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          • #11
            Thank you very much for the like BB.

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            • #12
              OMG, "Slowly dying for love to me was air" defies complement. I am stunned by its beauty and depth. If I could write like you in rhyme,
              I would die a happy man, AtL! I want to also throw myself with abandon on the last two killer lines, so deftly done. I have already deduced
              that your well of passion is without bottom.

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              • AlexandratheLate
                AlexandratheLate
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                Thank you very much Tanner. That's one of my favorite lines that aptly described how I felt. I hope never to love and lose that way again -- I believe that's the 'kind' of love young people feel.

            • #13
              A poem of beauty exquisitely written. Thank you

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              • #14
                Thank you very much parkinsonspoet. Your comments are always appreciated.

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                • #15
                  Thank you very much Samuel. Your comments are always appreciated. :-)

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