what is left behind, when time begins to pass
the air was cool her hair was flowing
my heart was pounding my hands were dripping
the touch could not be explained
a enchanted embodyment of love and lust in union

the stark reality crept upon us
the air was now warmer her hair was now matted
my stomach was turning my eyes were now wondering
the look in her eyes was enough to see
that something which was once there is now going


into the cold of winter upon us
the air was frigid and lifeless
my heart was slowing my hands were numbing
there was no feeling to enjoy
the raven called and the leaves were falling

Very Well Done.......

I have some up here as well, although they got mixed up in all of the other poems.

Nice Write!

thank you, I am glad you liked it, these are my first writes in years and I just decided to write them real fast..thank you

despite what you think



I actually do like your poetry!


When will you grace us with more?

rolf, thank you I liked yours too

we should write a poem together about our catren (children but they are cats)

catren poem sounds fun, I'm down