this poem is about two lovers being the only ones alive on earth.
We were the last ones left on earth
The rest had died in pain
We had no joy, no laughter, no mirth
Only sorrow and disdain
We knew our time was running out
The world was full of hate
We held each other tight, no doubt
Our love was too little, too late
We feared the final breath
We faced it with a cry
We kissed and whispered, "This is death"
And wished we could say goodbye
We did not have a grave or stone
To mark our resting place
We had each other, all alone
In our tragic embrace.
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Poetry about Life
PoetryI love poetry because it speaks to me In ways that prose cannot It captures the essence of my feelings And paints them with words that are not I love poetry because it challenges me To express myself in new forms It teaches me the beauty of language...
