Grave Yard Tale
Hold on to what is gone
For what has gone is still is in your grip
The storm clears and you can't see
If only you could see that the storm is gone temporarily.
Dressed in black, standing by and old Oak
Standing in the rain, watching as the graves soak
What you see is not real
Nor is it a dream
Eyes lighten with a fatal gleam.
A touch in the night
You feel around the darkness to find the heart
Saying prayers as dusk becomes dawn
All of the drunken love is gone.
Wake as if a slumber could keep the facts buried
Remember the doubts that you carried
Morning is official and parting is not
Part of a soul has tied to a not.
One loved and one lost
Two promised but only one held truthfulness
One unbroken no matter the cost
Two women, one is loved and one won't be missed.
Only when you realize what you tossed aside
She will find your heart and to you will confide
A secret of hers you were meant not to know
For you both lied and only she did show.
Now you know who she is and what you're not to her
The one you forgot is now the one you prefer
You miss the drunken lust
If only you waited for her wake to discuss.
You lied to two to get a love you never knew
One lied also, for you she had no care
The other loved you but didn't want to share
You let her go- the one that was steadfast
Now you want her back- now you see she is a goddess.
She loved so much to give you another whirl
That was until she found you with yet another girl
There were three
One was scuzz, one was slutty
The goddess one owned a gun
The two pissed off the one
Now there is none...
Brianna Wahlquist's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Grave Yard Tale by Brianna Wahlquist )
- Best Lesson, sallam yassin
- Our Heavenly Souls, Robert Rorabeck
- Nightmares and Daydreams, Shane V. Hill
- Within My Mind Holds Dreams, Lilly Emery
- The Right Question, David Barz
- Confusing, george albot
- Bluegray, Saiom Shriver
- My Still Daughter, LoKis White
- By Another Icarus, Robert Rorabeck
- Lilies Of Lanka, Saiom Shriver
Poem of the Day
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)