She was frightening
While I, her name frightened fled
Now while I wishest her soothing company
She hurls me live in secluded agony!
'Tis what regard and reward of love
To make the love his love unlove'?
'Tis what decree on a lover's side
To keep the love his bliss denied?
Love oft-times begins in quarrels
Grows in feelings and blooms in florals!
When mere her name had me fright and fear
I fled as far beyond her sphere,
Seeking vainly helps to live me grow
Wandered frightened to and fro.
But life is full of pains and piercings
And all its agonies are soul crushing;
Though I know-
Ere gain thy love has pain intense
That sickens the valiants with fright immense,
That feared the gods to seek protection,
And threatens the devils to escape collaption!
Scared the glimmers of charmed blessed eyes
And perished to dust the prided lives.
But what be worse when all is worst
Extremest agonies have no more hurt!
When dreadening heart-fits have extremest heights
Thou are remembered to end the plight.
Thou art nepenthe of sole respite
For the sickening festering frigh
When the frame is frail to stir
Bearing the age crushing the might
When nightmares dost seem appear
Haunting the heart with lasting fear
Lasting long to endless heights
Thou art nepenthe of sole respite!
17/01/2013
Nicely expressed emotion and pain... good penned also...
The seed of thought has sprouted well and you have got the sapling grown into a tree indeed! I am afraid now the work is crying for a bit of editing here and there for want of linguistic acceptability and an evenly used diction. As a whole the work is fine... Thanks for the sharing
You tell all to us with nice sounding poem. sometimes a chocolate can be so bitter, with some cream it will be milder and lovely, so have some in your feeling to make your life sweeter in bitterness Ok_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, as always, great rhythm and rhyming. You have a talent for old-sounding poems. Thank you for inviting me to read this poem.