John Loving Iii Poet Dramatic Monologue

Come Back To Life

My resurrection of the dead
Are old pictures and what she said
A silent echo and an image framed
The place for my love that bared her name
I meet her with tears instead of the smiles
Smiles are for the living inviting another smile
But tears are for giving they come from the heart
They tell me I loved her with every single part

My resurrection of the dead
Captures old memories inside my head
Those special moments when something was said
The falling in love and sharing a bed
I still have what death took away
Look at the bright side I was never betrayed
An over reaction of my imagination this may be
But her real resurrection is when I'm set free

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Andrea Dietrich December 7, 2022 at 1:20 PM John, I see you wrote this over ten years ago. Is it the same person you write so often of? I too had someone that affected me so much in my poetry writing. I really like this.

Red Fiery August 26, 2013 at 6:51 PM I still have what death took away ...you leave ur readers with so much of anticipations . Marvellous write again !

Red Fiery August 26, 2013 at 6:50 PM I still have what death took away ...you leave ur readers with so much of anticipations . Marvellous write again !

Sukmawati Komala March 4, 2013 at 8:52 AM very passionate work :) thank you for sharing dear friend John :) love your works :) Sk

Madelin Barton February 14, 2013 at 11:48 AM so great!!!! wonderful read truly enjoyed this sad but beautiful

Phyllis Babcock January 31, 2013 at 10:25 AM This is an awesome write John. One of your best. love phyl

Debbie Duncan January 16, 2013 at 8:27 PM AWESOME,,, nothing else to say ;}

Elizabeth Wesley December 24, 2012 at 11:26 AM The emotion fills this story with memories and sadness John. Sometimes words are not adequate to express sorrow and it is then a kindred spirit is there to share it with you. Love, Elizabeth

Phyllis Babcock December 8, 2012 at 7:37 PM Another well written poem John. I hope all is well with the holiday season upon us. I will be happy to see the new year unfold. love phyl

Charlotte Puddifoot December 4, 2012 at 3:27 PM this strikes me, like a slap in the face...

Sara Kendrick December 4, 2012 at 2:03 PM Grief is something that is hard on everyone..It takes time to heal..I hope that with each passing year your healing becomes more complete..Enjoyed reading ..It is very well planned out and presented..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

Poet Destroyer A December 3, 2012 at 8:07 PM Hello John,,, counting down the days... lol... can't wait for the new year... about your poem: wow... I want to be free as well... well not all the times... once in a while my heart still longs for my loss... hope you are well?? always~pd

Terry O'Leary December 3, 2012 at 3:26 PM If true, super... Terry (& thanks for your comment!)

Debbie Guzzi December 3, 2012 at 10:44 AM Nice to read your work today, John I hope what you say is true for all of us to see our loved ones again...Light & Love