Treasure Island

Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

MORNING REBORN


As the day is coming for me to celebrate you,
I know my love in my heart will start as if it was new.

Thank over the last few years,
For helping dry those tears.

I am glad for this day as our souls kindred as two.
I want you to know that we are both thinking of you.

Lord stay with me as I finish this race,
Because we want to thank you for letting him take his place.

Without you in me then my heart is torn,
But with you this MORNING I feel like I am REBORN.

Submitted: Friday, May 31, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

By Frank Pulver


May 29,2011

Comments about this poem (MORNING REBORN by Frank Pulver )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Nilife, FOEVERAMI JOHNSON
  2. Two sides of coin, hasmukh amathalal
  3. For You, Kewayne Wadley
  4. Muskuraanaa Sikho//Hindi, Aftab Alam
  5. How Good To Be Alive, Shalom Freedman
  6. His Smile You'll Recognize, Susan Lacovara
  7. Lead Feather, Joshua Riles
  8. For Just Tonight, Susan Lacovara
  9. My Love, Col Muhamad Khalid Khan
  10. Mahua tree, gajanan mishra

Poem of the Day

poet Helen Hunt Jackson

The month of carnival of all the year,
When Nature lets the wild earth go its way,
And spend whole seasons on a single day.
The spring-time holds her white and purple dear;
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]