Paula Swanson Poet Rhyme

They Dry On Their Own

Within the quiet of the night,
amid the shadows of my pain,
the strength I held so fast to,
ebbs, as another tear does gain.

With out the giving of consent,
it brings forth a fellow traveler.
To follow a chaotic coarse,
across my cheeks, twilight pallor.

Bare of conscience thought,  I brush aside,
the meaning each holds alone.
I hide behind my false bravado,
as my tears dry on their own.

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Carol Eastman December 13, 2011 at 7:43 AM Very Touching poem. Sooo very well written. It flows beautifully.

Mandy Tams The Golden Girl December 9, 2011 at 5:16 AM So very sad x

Andrea Dietrich December 5, 2011 at 10:41 PM It's so sad, and like BB said below, full of emotion! very good poem and great title line.

Broken Butterfly November 30, 2011 at 4:29 PM This is an amazing poem Paula. It is filled with raw emotion. Thank you for my placement in your The Voice of Reason Contest.

Poet Destroyer A November 25, 2011 at 10:52 PM Paula, first things first~ How was your thanksgiving? I hope fine! About this poem: very lovely thoughts... i'm glad it can all be brushed off... thank you for sharing,..p.d.

Kim Merryman November 25, 2011 at 7:29 PM A lovely, melancholy poem. I especially like the wording of the middle verse. Kim

Mohammad Yamin November 25, 2011 at 5:51 PM Sad but beautiful poem, Paula. An awesome poem. I like the concluding lines, specially.