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 02-June 21:10:58 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] => 123142 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Ethan [time] => 2006-07-13 21:11:10 [hometext] => [bodytext] => the steering wheel slides through trembling fingers
and the rear view mirror reflects the light
of bright eyes in the distance
glowing cold but still in sight
the rain that dances on the windshield
disguises the dancers on my face
as the green numbers of the clock
blur and anticipate
the deafening sound of the changing seconds
as the clock ticks out of time
and my lips can taste you on them
as the force of the wind begins to climb
And the storm announces it's prescence
tapping its finger tips on the window pane
making me believe i'm somehow not alone
and that i can find solace in the rain
i replay a conversation
i recall a lingering look
i relive a backward glance
and i remember how a kiss was all it took
and i know i'd love to think
that he's really not that far away
his hand outrstretched as i came toward him
i'm sorry love, i must have swayed the wrong way [comments] => 2 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Daniella [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
Ethan

Contributed by Daniella on Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 09:11:10 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



the steering wheel slides through trembling fingers
and the rear view mirror reflects the light
of bright eyes in the distance
glowing cold but still in sight
the rain that dances on the windshield
disguises the dancers on my face
as the green numbers of the clock
blur and anticipate
the deafening sound of the changing seconds
as the clock ticks out of time
and my lips can taste you on them
as the force of the wind begins to climb
And the storm announces it's prescence
tapping its finger tips on the window pane
making me believe i'm somehow not alone
and that i can find solace in the rain
i replay a conversation
i recall a lingering look
i relive a backward glance
and i remember how a kiss was all it took
and i know i'd love to think
that he's really not that far away
his hand outrstretched as i came toward him
i'm sorry love, i must have swayed the wrong way




Copyright © Daniella ... [ 2006-07-13 21:11:10]
(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: Ethan (User Rating: 1 )
by Jane_Doe on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 12:05:16 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I think I'm crying a little. This was so very hard for me to read just because I felt so sorry for you, so sad. I loved it though, so I read it twice. Your words were so heart-felt and each thought seemed so emotionally loaded. I also really liked how descriptive and symbolic you were with your imagery. Amazing write.

Jane Doe (is stunned with sorrow)


Re: Ethan (User Rating: 1 )
by Bruce on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 03:52:15 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
beautiful write




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