Skat A Poet Alliteration

Houston We Have a Problem

"When returning love, becomes to Late"

Fantastic,
From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently 
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly

Sending her soul
A free feeling, 
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily 
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate 
Too long she waited, 
She's not hungry, her heart self healed 

3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name 

SKAT

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Freddie Robinson Jr. October 8, 2016 at 11:34 AM Very truthful poem, Skat. Too many times, somebody misses out on love because they waited too long to make a move to grab hold of love. You nailed it. Excellent write, or do I dare say ... write off. Oh well, you snooze, you lose. Love your work as always. Much love and more love.

Sara White February 5, 2016 at 9:38 AM I absolutely love your writing. so glad you share them! xxs

Vladislav Raven January 28, 2016 at 6:58 AM Hi Skat, the words touch deeply and the flow of emotion is constant from start to finish. An excellent poetic piece that took me on its flowing journey. A seven and a fave. Hugs....Vladislav.

Constance La France August 17, 2015 at 8:06 AM Skat, I loved this write, it just flowed beautifully A7 and thanks for visiting my poem, his name. ..

Dudley Jude June 11, 2015 at 11:05 PM Poetic poetry Stylistic style Flowing fluidity Convincing conclusion

Kim Merryman May 20, 2015 at 11:03 PM Great alliteration, Skat! I enjoyed reading your poem. Love, Kim

Eve Roper May 15, 2015 at 8:51 AM Wonderful write, a 7 hugs

Angie Thomas February 15, 2015 at 12:46 AM The title is just kickass... And the poem is just as good!! Bravo!! :)

Peter Lewis Holmes February 1, 2015 at 5:31 PM "Dashing dandy on to her dinner plate"...fabulous line!

Jordan Miller December 12, 2014 at 11:41 AM This is a really good poem skat, I like it ~Jordan

Terence Alexander Cupit December 3, 2014 at 3:29 PM Really like this one skat.

Jerry T Curtis July 31, 2014 at 6:43 AM One thing I appreciate is word conservation. Napoleon once said, "a picture is worth a thousand words" While true, one can paint a thousand picture with few words, and you did just that.

Brittany Larson June 12, 2014 at 11:40 AM This was a fabulous and inspiring write. *claps*

Carol Eastman May 1, 2014 at 11:22 AM Impressive write!

Sam Toil April 14, 2014 at 8:46 AM Absence makes the heart grow fonder....for a little while. I especially love the last line. Very creative. Thanks for visiting my page....Sam

Robert Pettit March 11, 2014 at 5:34 PM Three years is a long time to wait for someone. Good write.

James Kelley March 10, 2014 at 12:26 AM Saw the title, and had to give it a read. I heard you and I were close neighbors! ha...beautiful poem though. I feel your pain my friend

Mickey Brady March 2, 2014 at 6:06 PM Is there anything more tragic than Love unrequited? Love should burn out or melt the principals due to its heat but never "rust". Evocative... Sad... Thank you for hooking my heart with your pen.

Mickey Brady March 2, 2014 at 6:06 PM Is there anything more tragic than Love unrequited? Love should burn out or melt the principals due to its heat but never "rust". Evocative... Sad... Thank you for hooking my heart with your pen.

John Loving Iii February 28, 2014 at 1:15 PM The meaning of metaphors clear as day.

Bukang Liwayway February 25, 2014 at 5:43 AM great piece friend Skat ;) "Too long she waited" well thats me..I can relate to this line...thanks for sharing...hugsss ;)

Bl Devnath February 14, 2014 at 8:02 AM I feel here something extra ordinary, penned with beautiful words. Time passes and everything becomes clear and after waiting many years, it becomes too late is felt and the loved name becomes rusty. Beautifully adorned a dream in to frustration. So, better be strong after hearing the rusty name. Loved always, my lovely friend, bl

Tim Ryerson February 14, 2014 at 5:29 AM Yes, this is Houston, what is the problem Space Child? Houston likes the alliteration and the last line in particular. Houston has conferred and decided not to abort your mission on the condition that you keep writing and promise to stay in orbit and not go flying way the hell off to the next galaxy or god knows where else...

Robert Andrew Lyle January 30, 2014 at 12:52 PM Space searching scientist seeks solitude so let him have it and find a new planet to play with. good write Skat regards Andy

Robert Rogers January 26, 2014 at 10:32 AM SKAT, tho' I am a bit pressed for time, after reading your first poem, I was hungry for another; Read this, you did not disappoint! Been there, done that!...as the euphoric dream fades in to the stark/naked reality...the flavor no longer delights...the thrill is gone! Great Write!..gotta' fly- Huuuuuggggggs, Robert

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