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!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    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 15:34:06 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· 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 Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· 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] => 98357 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ghost of you [time] => 2005-06-17 05:51:35 [hometext] => [bodytext] => You wander the corridors of my mind
Dragging your rattling chains of lies.
Rarely seen, always present you haunt
The back of my mind, till, one day,
Your chains catch a memory, snare a sense.
Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.
One by one they tumble down
Revealing you just as clear as yesteryear.
The sight of a letter, the sound of a lighter,
The smell of soap, the taste of smoke,
The feel of love is all it takes to
Open this pandora's box of hurt.
These demons, fears, memories, maladies
Fall from these innocent eyes as tears
Like raindrops upon broken window panes.
And just for a moment a storm rages within
The dark, flimsy confines of my mind.
Lightning strikes, thunder claps
And I cower waiting for the sun to shine.
Then just as silently and carefully as it all began,
It drifts away, leaving but an empty, heavy hole
In this steadily beating, passionless heart
And the faint feeling of déjà-vu.
And through these fragile, precocious windows
They will only glimpse the ghost of you.
The hazy glimmer that lights up my eyes.

[comments] => 4 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 24 [informant] => brokenbutterfly [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
Ghost of you

Contributed by brokenbutterfly on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 05:51:35 AM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



You wander the corridors of my mind
Dragging your rattling chains of lies.
Rarely seen, always present you haunt
The back of my mind, till, one day,
Your chains catch a memory, snare a sense.
Sight, sound, smell, taste, touch.
One by one they tumble down
Revealing you just as clear as yesteryear.
The sight of a letter, the sound of a lighter,
The smell of soap, the taste of smoke,
The feel of love is all it takes to
Open this pandora's box of hurt.
These demons, fears, memories, maladies
Fall from these innocent eyes as tears
Like raindrops upon broken window panes.
And just for a moment a storm rages within
The dark, flimsy confines of my mind.
Lightning strikes, thunder claps
And I cower waiting for the sun to shine.
Then just as silently and carefully as it all began,
It drifts away, leaving but an empty, heavy hole
In this steadily beating, passionless heart
And the faint feeling of déjà-vu.
And through these fragile, precocious windows
They will only glimpse the ghost of you.
The hazy glimmer that lights up my eyes.





Copyright © brokenbutterfly ... [ 2005-06-17 05:51:35]
(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: Ghost of you (User Rating: 1 )
by chaos_01 on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 06:06:34 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
amazing poem as it describes so much in many different ways. detailed in a good sense that it does not go on. very good more more more.


Re: Ghost of you (User Rating: 1 )
by glassicallyunsuperficial on Friday, 17th June 2005 @ 08:16:59 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I know the poem's really sad and everything but the one thing that came to my mind when I read this was that it was beautiful...
I loved it.
Glass----


Re: Ghost of you (User Rating: 1 )
by boobiepeach on Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 01:47:07 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
my goodness! beautiful very beautiful.
keep it up.


Re: Ghost of you (User Rating: 1 )
by Dorkfish on Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 03:38:31 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Wow! That was absolutely wonderful! You have talent!!!




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. ©

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 © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 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