Love's Painful Cry Poem by Sandra Feldman
Love's Painful Cry
So alone!
Yet,
Always,
Dreaming of love,
Which she had
Never, ever known,
A heart,
So sensitive
So sweet,
And yet!
Had never made
Another,
For it beat.
Like a child
Without a home,
Her life
Gathered,
The painful remnants
Of an empty,
Storm
Love never grown,
A wasted life,
That never knew,
The joys of love,
And so can,
Irreparably,
Be torn.
She never knew,
Why,
Day by day
That feeling grew
As skies turned
Gray...
And years died, too
As nothing
Moved,
The earth was parched,
Her lips were still,
Her Body,
Claimed,
By Venus fair
No longer there,
And so you see
Love isn't free,
It has
The silent power
To slowly,
Kill you,
Thru Life's
Ungrateful,
Empty, plea.
A well executed poetic expression, dear Ma’am Sandra....10+++
The painful remnants /Of an empty, - - - -> you have a talent for picking out the best words to use- - painful remnants is an awesome and powerful phrase to use......a sensitive write as always, my dear Sandra! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/31/2025 3:54:44 AM # 1.0.0
As a poem, it's an outstanding one, and I am so glad to be soaked in its beauty. The thought of pain is also sometimes a beauty, until it is unbearable. But if what has been said in the poem refers to the poet herself, or for that matter any other mortal, my heart wrenches hearing this painful cry, emanating from the afflictions of emptiness, of void feelings!