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[title] => Ghost Love
[time] => 2008-05-21 11:00:52
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[bodytext] => Ghost Love What to say, what to do? How do I say it? When do I say it? Will it come out right? Would he believe it? Is he really the one though? Am I too young to understand love? Or am I just placing ifs and buts? What to say, what to do? I pace around my castle Whimpering with need of knowledge but not of science or math but this thing, this four-letter thing I’m not used too hearing, Let alone experiencing Or even expressing! What to say, what to do? Father doesn’t approve him My mother is afraid to go against my father She’s afraid that if she disobeys, she will lose her title as queen Foul Mother Father says I should marry a prince So kingdoms will unit I know that’s another way of saying ”More people to control” Wine was my savor For if it would not have been on the table I’ll be thrown off the title. What to say, what to do Its night, I’m in my room alone Starring outside my window with a worried look upon my face Father said if I said his name one more time Something will happen I know my father will enough To know that it was no empty threat He wasn’t there today He comes out under my window during the splash of yellow and sliver moon To smile at me, to see me But he wasn’t there tonight. What to say, what to do Its morning, I’m sleepy but once again wine is my savior Nobody notices my sleepy eyes For I have not slept at all How could I sleep with such a clutched feeling feeding in the pit in my stomach? My eyes betrayed everyone who thought I was clam, unafraid, happy But as I said again, wine is my savor And without my savor, I would be caste out forever What to say, what to do Afternoon hit My eyes still betrayed everyone and the clutched was still in my stomach But it made a friend in my heart as the abashed began to cover me Still, no one noticed and to them It seemed like a normal day. Sighing as my pace was slower then usual Has I did my daily routine of walking around the castle Besides, I was told to do nothing else. The moon will be a crescent tonight, With no splash of yellow or sliver that worried me more and more. Such a silly thought, me worrying over the moon But it was the moon that signaled He would be here But the moon betrayed me Then again…everyone betrays me One way or another What to do, what to say Moonlight hit the sky like a stone jumping on a pond Just as I accepted, the moon betrayed me He was not there once again. My worry was soon gone, but only to be replaced by agitation Silent tears came, but no water was hitting the ground, no salt on my cheeks Crying is a weakness Mother would say, quoting father. Where is he? Did he leave? Does he not like me? Was he only looking at me for sheer pleasure? Did…”it” really get him? I don’t know what to think or say. All I think is old English words That make no sense in my tragic poem. What to say, what to do I actually slept last night, And I could of sworn I heard something outside moving in the bush’s Climbing up my wall kissing my forehead But once I awoke, nothing was there But I simple thorn picked from a rose. I didn’t know how it got there but a smile reached my lips Somehow, I know it was he he who stole my heart He who kissed my forehead and not my lips. I will treasure this thorn. Hid it in my hair Never take it out He is out there He does love me Ghost form or not I know what to say, I know how to say it I’m not afraid anymore I’m not worried anymore Wine isn’t my savor anymore Frowning isn’t on me anymore Sparkled eyes have no tears I sleep peacefully For I know I am watched over by a person a spirit A ghost He came to me no one can see him Only I can He protects me He watch’s over me He kiss’s my cheek, forehead, neck, lips No pulse could keep up with him. I know what to say, I know what to do I fall asleep Closing my eyes, Happiness overpowers me. He will come, the ghost will come [comments] => 2 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ReneeyUmbra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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