Sadness

Sadness, is my only bride Who still visits my broken heart Replaces all swears of endless love And stays for nights to make me cry Time, will never stop its path My life has never been so fast Now need to slow my breath By patience and faith World, used be so big Before the time we meet And now you only world And rest is very small Rain, tonight plays his sonnet Of curses and regrets And heart will whisper you Right now, how do you do? We aren’t one in two And it is very true Forgive me and rebless My love still search your breath I have talent of waiting And hold uncrushed senses I don’t know other ways I wont agree on less Like stupid naïve child I am catching lovely eyes It should not be at all Forbidden unrest love

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Mohammad Taha Effendi

Date: 4/23/2012 6:17:00 AM

The Humanities is a vast subject that transcends the boundaries of race, religion, caste, creed and geography. Therefore, to say that broken hearts and anguished souls are only restricted to eastern culture, or to Islam in particular, is not justified Alexey. More often do we listen to brilliantly composed western songs that betray strong unmistakable signs of an anguished heart. If such emotions were limited only to eastern culture, there wouldn't be any great native English writers.

Mohammad Taha Effendi

Date: 4/23/2012 6:03:00 AM

Well-written Alexey. The tormented cries of an anguished soul resonate in this beautiful poem. Poetry is often called the souvenir of estranged love; timeless mementos of an uneventful courtship. Thank you for your comments on my poem "Without You".