Your Poetry Dot Com

Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!

Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+

Custom Search


Welcome !	Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link	29-May 16:07:15 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· Members Listing

· Old Site Post 2001

· Old Site Pre 2001

· Poetry Archive

· Public Domain Poetry

Stories

· Stories (NEW ! )

· Submit Story

· Story Topics

· Stories Archive

· Story Search

Community

· Our Poetry Forums

· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

Site Help

· FAQ

· Feedback

Members Areas

· Your Account

· Members Journals

· Premium Sign-Up

Premium Section

· Special Section

· Premium Poems

· Premium Submit

· Premium Search

· Premium Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· Moderators

Our Other Sites

· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

Social

Array ( [sid] => 138329 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Wounded [time] => 2007-11-07 10:46:08 [hometext] => [bodytext] => It happens sometimes,
With a shrug of the shoulder,
My heart is wounded,
And these bridges are burnt,
Down to the very ground on which my feet once stood.
Tears that mean more than memory and regret,
Find their way onto soot covered cheeks,
Leaving their mark; like you did.
I do know you: better than you know yourself,
For I know the shadows which you avoid,
The person you pretend not to be.
Those shadows keep me warm at night;
The age around the eyes, that were once full of youth.
I always thought we’d grow old together;
Perhaps it’s just not meant to be,
Something else written in the stars,
Across our souls.
I remember meeting your gaze,
For the first time, in a room bursting with people,
Until you looked at me, and we were alone,
In half light, you were beautiful. Still are.
And though wounded, my heart continues to love you,
The shadows I seek in you,
Mirrored only by those within me.
I suppose that eternity is a long time to spend alone. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Ruby2sdy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Wounded

Contributed by Ruby2sdy on Wednesday, 7th November 2007 @ 10:46:08 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

It happens sometimes,
With a shrug of the shoulder,
My heart is wounded,
And these bridges are burnt,
Down to the very ground on which my feet once stood.
Tears that mean more than memory and regret,
Find their way onto soot covered cheeks,
Leaving their mark; like you did.
I do know you: better than you know yourself,
For I know the shadows which you avoid,
The person you pretend not to be.
Those shadows keep me warm at night;
The age around the eyes, that were once full of youth.
I always thought we’d grow old together;
Perhaps it’s just not meant to be,
Something else written in the stars,
Across our souls.
I remember meeting your gaze,
For the first time, in a room bursting with people,
Until you looked at me, and we were alone,
In half light, you were beautiful. Still are.
And though wounded, my heart continues to love you,
The shadows I seek in you,
Mirrored only by those within me.
I suppose that eternity is a long time to spend alone.

Copyright Â© Ruby2sdy ... [ 2007-11-07 10:46:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)

Advertisments:

Previous Posted Poem | | Next Posted Poem

Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more

All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.

Re: Wounded (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 7th November 2007 @ 11:03:40 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

ouch .. 2sdy, this was painful. But oh, so beautifully so. I am in love with
your writing, you know? I could wrap myself in this and find a small
comfort from it ... even through the misery and anguish; through the
pain and heartache .. through all the suffering, I see life. And life is
fabulous, (when not hurting or "wounded") . Hell, even THEN!! (we feel
so much more alive when emotional, don't we?)

Flawless captured moment of beautiful pain, hun. Glad to read a new
post. =)

~Breezy

Re: Wounded (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 7th November 2007 @ 03:27:07 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Awesome, incredibly strong, write.
huggs,
emy

Re: Wounded (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 8th November 2007 @ 12:20:17 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Tuesday....Wow, you know, I miss you when you are not around here writing...I'm glad to see you back again and writing strong. God, this piece was beautiful and heart wrenching. Your last line is remarkable, like a brand on the body, if you will....

"I suppose that eternity is a long time to spend alone."

Gives me cold chills, my sister. *hugs you tight for warmth*
Thanks for sharing.
Peace,
Laura

Re: Wounded (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Thursday, 8th November 2007 @ 06:03:41 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

beautiful write.. so powerful very heartfelt. some pain in this. the last few lines are beautiful.

rock on,

vampyress Jenni

While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. Â©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright Â© to their submitter. All the rest Copyright Â© 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com