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Death of a Poet

I can no longer write
I take my leave, and I take my present memories to die along with me
Alas my spirit can be loved, for upon my death they will unite
All my life I didn't see this day on earth, perhaps from heaven I shall
To see my father with my mother weeping at my corpse finally together
Since love to me they never showed, only regret in their eyes I saw
To my fellow writers, keep writing until your heart can no longer write
Or you will to pass a bitter soul as I
Love her I do, yet I didn't show it
Now my love, will mourn the moon, feel me, the death of a poet

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Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 5/4/2009 5:49:00 AM

Eduardo, Love without example can be found. And when it is won, life is only just begun. Then, by example as you learn to share, your parents will also see how to love and care... Seek love. Give kindness. And show your good example to your world. Perhaps I'm too pundit, but I say these words with sincere caring. God bless you. Your poem is beautiful.

Charlene Bird

Date: 5/3/2009 9:28:00 PM

A heartwrenching emotional write, you can't be done when your are pouring out verses like this one. Let that ink keep flowing, for it is a part of you and you have proven that with your wonderful writing.

Constance La France

Date: 5/3/2009 7:50:00 AM

Deep and moving words, Eduardo. dark poet, we are all dying, each day we come a little closer, each day a gift, and you have a gift fellow poet, keep writing, please let the poet live (and thanks for your comment on my poem Spells and chants)

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/3/2009 2:11:00 AM

hope this is fiction my friend-sad very sad,but if this is you,God is our father and he loves us and we are your friends and love you too-you re a great writer-never loose poetry,its a gift from above---your friend---charma