Your Poetry Dot Com - She is the Heart

Array ( [sid] => 166443 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => She is the Heart [time] => 2011-06-01 02:14:15 [hometext] => [bodytext] => My thoughts are mingled with the soft drops of rain,
That fall fast from clouds held together with pain.
The rain used to give life, but no longer it seems,
The trees cry with worry "No life, no leaves!".

Harsh wind formed at stormy seas,
Fails to understand the sadness it breeds.
From whence it came, it passed over,
Silents steads of Ash and Clover.

The darkness drenches when the sun retires,
And watchful eyes burn fierce with fire.
No night rest for me, though truly I tire,
My life, my life, is a stagnant mire!

I wait in misery, like a sword in sheath,
And continue my journey like a south bound thief.
My life seems strange, sad and sour,
Why must this grief stand like a Tower!

I wait in sorrow, like arrows in thy quiver,
For love's sweet song to come and deliver.
She is present in my thoughts, day after day,
I dream of her walking, way onto way.

I saw her once, standing there
Her face shone bright, complexion so fair.
I wished to greet her with just a nod of the head,
Alas, my courage left me, I passed silent instead.

I am field, a plot, that is waiting to grow,
Waiting for the seeds of love to sow.
Circling above, crows and ravens,
Crawling below, insects in havens.

Birds are, to me, freer than air,
Insects are quiet and safe down there.
I long for her now, though she's long from home,
Yet, she is the reason, the heart of this poem!

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She is the Heart
Date: Wednesday, 1st June 2011 @ 02:14:15 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Natkingcole

My thoughts are mingled with the soft drops of rain,
That fall fast from clouds held together with pain.
The rain used to give life, but no longer it seems,
The trees cry with worry "No life, no leaves!".

Harsh wind formed at stormy seas,
Fails to understand the sadness it breeds.
From whence it came, it passed over,
Silents steads of Ash and Clover.

The darkness drenches when the sun retires,
And watchful eyes burn fierce with fire.
No night rest for me, though truly I tire,
My life, my life, is a stagnant mire!

I wait in misery, like a sword in sheath,
And continue my journey like a south bound thief.
My life seems strange, sad and sour,
Why must this grief stand like a Tower!

I wait in sorrow, like arrows in thy quiver,
For love's sweet song to come and deliver.
She is present in my thoughts, day after day,
I dream of her walking, way onto way.

I saw her once, standing there
Her face shone bright, complexion so fair.
I wished to greet her with just a nod of the head,
Alas, my courage left me, I passed silent instead.

I am field, a plot, that is waiting to grow,
Waiting for the seeds of love to sow.
Circling above, crows and ravens,
Crawling below, insects in havens.

Birds are, to me, freer than air,
Insects are quiet and safe down there.
I long for her now, though she's long from home,
Yet, she is the reason, the heart of this poem!

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