Another poem I wrote- again any feedback would be welcome. If you like this one, take a look at my next poem 'Betrayal' If you have any ideas on topics for poems, let me know and I would have a try at them. If I do come up with something good, I'll publish it and dedicate it to whoever suggests it. Thanks for reading!
Unrequited love
The season was right,
The timing perfect
My emotions swayed, my senses dulled,
The heart fluttered, the mind became muddled.
Love was in the air;
Her delicate fragrances,
Ensnaring,
Tormenting,
Condemning restless souls into an arduous eternity,
Dominated by thoughts of that one special person.
If it were in my power my dear,
I would bring you the sun, moon and stars.
If I could, I would,
Place the heavens at your feet.
I'll adorn your soft tresses with fragrant flowers,
Each one a spectacular hue of the rainbow.
Day after day,
Night after night,
I sit and watch life pass me by
I think to myself, my existence is a meaningless void without you,
How did I ever live before?
Why I feel as though I could,
Climb mountains, scale skyscrapers,
Swim oceans, run races,
And still have the ability to fly above the clouds,
To trace your name in the stars.
It was a beautiful feeling, too beautiful
I should've known that good things fade away all too soon.
Was I to blame?
Am I at fault?
Then charge me with the crimes I've committed, tell me I've sinned.
Condemn my soul to hellish tortures,
Brand me, whip me,
Allow swarms of insects to sting my flesh
Burn me alive, sever my limbs.
All these and more, I'll gladly endure,
Rather than face the pangs of unrequited love.
Its amazing how much my life revolved around you
With you gone, my existence uncontrollably spirals into a dark abyss of misery.
I sit and stare at the wall before me,
Your face emerges from the paint
I shut my eyes and rest my head,
Your eyes stare at me from the depths of my mind.
Now I'm angry, I've vowed to stop thinking,
Too late; your face has embedded itself upon my very soul.
So now I live life aimlessly,
A lovelorn fool.
Once upon a time I boasted immunity against the arrows of Cupid.
That was before I met you, before I felt the sharp jolts of lightning that comes from your eyes,
Piercing my body,
Rendering me weak, helpless,
A prisoner to your sweet smiles.
I wish I could see you once more,
Hear the familiar warmth of your voice.
Your laughter, equivalent to that of pure joy,
Fills my entire being with warmth.
Instead now, I sit alone,
Tormented by memories, pondering moments that could be.
But inevitable, I'm forced to remember,
That I am a lone traveler upon the road of life.
Moments pass, opportunities are missed, friendships fade
And all too soon, our memories crumble to dust.
Peace arrives with acceptance; I'll welcome the day.
YOU ARE READING
Unrequited love.
PoetryThis poem is from the perspective of a guy- unrequited love is to put quite simply, love that is not returned- where the feeling is not mutual. the depth of his emotions is revealed as he ponders moments that could be.