Can’t you see my strong pulsation?
Beating in persuasion
And longing for for lost
Sensation.
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ok...one more comment. the comment, below, starting with in the line... was written and i thought submitted before the comment starting i read the poem. i guess i got sidetracked when i added the poem to my poemlist, and i forgot to submit the first one i wrote. got it?
in the line: ......And long for lost....do you mean longing for lost? that would follow the example set by beating, if i understand what you are saying. i think there are some other subtleties of wording and punctuation which seem a bit odd to me. but i believe i have managed to understand the gist of what you are saying and i like the poem. i'll even send it to my poemlist. thanks for sharing. bri
i read the poem and read the comments. i wonder if some of the readers thought the bride was really a fallen angel....i mean an angel from heavan. well, maybe it is so. i was thinking of humans. is this about God and the Devil, the fallen angel? ? ? cast out of heavan? ? ? i guess i might understand it more if the poem did NOT refer to humans; i was having trouble with that. i'm more of a writer who doesn't cleverly hide things in poems. maybe it is because i am not too clever? ? ?
The image of the fallen angel is quite apt.I like the poem.Wish you the bliss of God, the Almighty.
There is enough of empathy and apathy shown towards the castaway groups in this world. I hope, Mr John your poem will auger well for the empathy spread across the spectrum of life we are exposed to. A fantastic poem John.
A poem speaking of desertion and the pain of isolation, so moving and poignant! !
A poem speaking of desertion and the pain of isolation, so moving and poignant! !
wow, im really amazed by your work. you never fail to impress me xxx
Brilliant write with amazing lines of bitterness and sadness of been castaway!
Oh once a butterfly comes to me, a solitary daisy, with such beautiful wings, you dance on my soul...dance over the scent of my love that swarming around, days just a moment of seconds, preoccupied with the feelings...as soft as evening breeze, as smooth as midnight waltz we danced by hearts...but then you gone, left my petals far away..so they fall, and i weaker after you gone...spring comes in short time, we do adore summer to everlast but then come to autumn you gone and before winter i died...how sorrow life is when happiness is taken from us..lovely write Gulsher! _SOul
Sad because her love was scorned. Not a harbinger of love, but a deep love, urging for more. And that hurts. The lady was left alone on her castle.
Nice depiction of a gloomy heart and very beautiful comparison of present and past...very sensitively expressed. keep up good work!
it is easy to express what you feel, but it's artistic to feign a specific feeling for someone and then present it as naturally as possible! a good gift! ! !
What a poem dear, speechless am i, no words to express the quality of the poem, thank u so much for this,
ok. after reading a message from G.j. today, i have looked at the poem again. i now notice more than i did before that the lines get longer and then shorter and then longer and then shorter......... it makes for an interesting picture if one just concentrates on how the poem looks, not how it sounds or reads.