11: 01 a.m.
My heart is filled with ghosts of love that filled it
once upon a time, now all have become just disappearing
ghosts of death's embrace.
Remembering all the love with genuine joy, yet knowing
that not all of it's memories lasted in this life.
At times a love came pouring into my heart, filling it
with promises of staying and loving forever.
Alas, love was fickle, it's bright and burning flame
was snuffed out by insincerity, cheating, lies and deceit.
O' the heartbreak that was gone through, ripping my heart
and tearing my soul for unknown reasons of another human
being.
At times feeling contempt or hatred for the way it was
treated, yet in the end there was nothing it could do
against the onslaught of a mistaken love. 11: 02 a.m.
6/22/15 RoseAnn V. Shawiak
do you write all of your poems in one minute? do you think long about them before starting to write? but, you are still putting an apostrophe in its when it does not belong there! naughty naughty. get ready for the spanking. but i like the poem. what's not to like about a poem aimed toward misery? favorite lines: Alas, love was fickle, it's bright and burning flame was snuffed out by insincerity, cheating, lies and deceit. and: At times feeling contempt or hatred for the way it was treated, yet in the end there was nothing it could do against the onslaught of a mistaken love.11: 02 a.m. nice one. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i usually don't gravitate toward love poems, and few are in MyPoemList. BUT this is more like an anti-love poem, and i'll send it to MyPoemList now. bri :)