Fallen Dreams

I  wish my heart could turn cold and stone,
                  one fine day I would die alone.
                   All 
                         my 
                               dreams
                                       and 
                                             emotions,
                                                      together with my poetic creations,
                            I shall leave behind.
                                       Remember there was a heart so honest and kind
                               To put an end to this pain that has driven me insane.
                                          To think of love in this deserted world,
                                  for I know there is no one to break the curse.
                                              A  shoulder for my tears, Someone  to  hold my years.
                                     Endless  nights  in a lover’s arm, to make my winter’s warm.
                                                    Alas ! I am a song with broken strings,
                                          my hopes are bellied with shattered dreams


Red @ 2012
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Hull Avatar
March 12, 2016 at 10:04 AM
It's such a shame that so many poets feel such sorrow and sadness, it produces some very emotive words though.
Aniagyei Avatar
September 11, 2013 at 1:21 PM
Wonderful Red!!!!!!!! Glad to have found this. Simply genius!!!
Andresen Avatar
January 31, 2012 at 11:29 AM
How are you Red ?????oxox love Anne-Lise
Wesley Avatar
January 26, 2012 at 9:41 AM
If this is about you, never fear! You need to sit on the shelf till you heal. when that's accomplished there will be another only to happy to fill the gap. Finding the middle road is the tricky part but you look too sweet to be alone.
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January 21, 2012 at 1:40 AM
still, even with so much pain, why are you become more beautiful? truly one of a kind Red
Foley Avatar
January 13, 2012 at 11:45 AM
Lovely poetry and thank you for your kind comment on mine. Yes It's always or usually always better next time round but remember to tuck away those nice times from the past and call on them at a anytime. I did. But now be strong get out there. And when love finds you let us know through your poetry. rgds I F
Horsman Avatar
January 11, 2012 at 3:29 PM
your song may have broken strings, but your aria is pure poetry. love this. harry
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January 11, 2012 at 10:12 AM
All you have described is with most everyone feels at one point in there life once we have felt love for the first time... Hearts get broken is a fact but hearts being mended is also true.. My beautiful wife always says she wished we met when we were teenagers and I say no, I wouldn't have grown into the man I am today nor would she be the same women that I adore today.. We need to trip and fall just a few times to really know and feel what love is.. Time and more time will teach us the true meaning... Im living proof... luv and warm hugs from the fly on your night table...lol...Michael
Hull Avatar
January 11, 2012 at 10:06 AM
Sad and touching, tears and joy. What style would you say its written in?
Potter Avatar
January 11, 2012 at 10:02 AM
this poem speaks of many things to me,, hope, life and dreams,, giving up, fighting and yet all along holding on to the little bits that fall to the ground,, those are the deepest parts of our being the ones we can never give up on,, those little bits are what makes us who we are
Squyres Avatar
January 11, 2012 at 9:05 AM
You've captured my feelings here so well. I've long given up on dreams of someone to be there to hold me or love me again. You are still young...may you find Love's warm embrace !! Enjoyed my friend !!
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