Elizabeth Wesley Poet Rhyme

Weariness

She woke to see another day,
Now she wakes to grief;
All the sunny days are gone,
With time that was the thief.

Once she rose to greet the dawn,
Now she hates to rise;
When she needs to greet the day,
She opens tired eyes.

Songbirds in the blossomed tree,
With flowers all unfurled;
Hold dreams that are not to be,
In her other world.

Why would she seek a higher place?
For alone she drifts right here;
Quiet in the nether parts,
With those who held her dear.

When twilight comes they rise,
Each familiar face;
Phantoms floating round her head,
Hold her spirit in embrace.

Now she wakes to greet the day,
To take a brand new breath;
Then recalls her need to sleep,
With the weariness of death

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The Situation June 27, 2012 at 7:20 PM were the same we write about whats real with a special insight.

Keith Bickerstaffe June 12, 2012 at 9:33 PM You manage to include songbirds, even though the piece is so sad... when you are depressed you feel like you weigh 400 pounds and it takes all your effort just to move... I know.

Robert Johnson September 8, 2011 at 6:41 PM I just wrote a long rhyming comment on this. And the computor erased it. I'm wore out. But! The time will come for everyone when we must say goodbye. It's just so hard when you love someone you know is going to die.

Wilma Neels August 22, 2011 at 1:24 AM This made me think of some days when you wake up in the morning and you are enveloped in that feeling of being dead tired.. You describe it brilliantly Elizabeth ;) ~ Wilma

Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. August 19, 2011 at 11:13 PM Your style of write renders I wanting though more. Your emotions are always felt therein your wonderful works. For it's simpler than some of your other writes - but Liz you shoot very strait in this poem and It's heartfelt.

Judy Ball August 19, 2011 at 8:16 PM This gives me the image of an old woman who is the last of her family line. Everyone she knew and loved is gone and she wants to join them soshe won't be alone anymore. Sad. A good write though. God Bless, JB

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 19, 2011 at 7:46 PM elizabeth u give all u write about such personality to connect to the reader luv.. each line is one up one down parallel so beautifully expressed.. another grand piece..luv..

Don Johnson August 19, 2011 at 7:29 PM Your flow is good, its understood, and mind is working too, tells a story as it should, great poem babe, i'm telling you. xo, Don

M. Hussain Effendi August 19, 2011 at 8:38 AM where do u come up with such stuff, this is nothing short of AWESOME / PERFECT / MARVELOUS and every other word of this category

Kash Poet August 19, 2011 at 1:32 AM Very touching write here Elizabeth.BTW did you changed the title of the poem SOME MEN?If so what was the title initially?

James Foulk August 18, 2011 at 10:47 PM a very moving and tender piece of poetry.I think i may have posted my last of my poetry which is five poems if you care to check them out, i will spend the rest of my time on soup just commenting on other poets.

Russell Sivey August 18, 2011 at 10:24 PM Great work Elizabeth! Some days I wake to weariness of death, a horrible feeling and is usually accompanied by a poem creation! Thanks for sharing a very emotional poem!!

James Peranteau August 18, 2011 at 12:18 PM Hello dear poet ! Ya know, this write reminds me of a poem Abraham Lincoln was very fond of, and often recited it in public, it was by William Knox, a Scottsman who died in 1825. Lincoln had bouts of melancholy, and also wrote poems such as yours. In Lincoln's days, depression was attributed to genius; as I read your write hear, I think they had something with that thought ! Awesome write Elizabeth ! Have a great week my friend.....much love, james James Peranteau August 18, 2011 at 12:19 PM p.s....I don't see any 'Soup-mail' from you

Jl Sadberry August 18, 2011 at 11:41 AM Ps. Smile, *^_^* “To Expound Upon This Hearts Sincere Com Below My Dear Elizabeth = If I Had Said Anything Other Than I Was Moved to Have Said Than I Myself Would Have Been Amissful &, Also A Liar In Which I Try My Best Nowadays To Never Be! == Thus Again I Would Say, Shift The Focus & Celebrate For, The Race Is Near Complete & Eternals Crown of Love, Does So Await *^_^* Tell Her Smile!” === Love, Jasper *

Jl Sadberry August 18, 2011 at 11:31 AM Smile, *^_^* “Ahhh, Sooo Much Could Be Said In Regards Unto This Moving Melancholies Verse My Dear Precious & Priceless, Beautiful Elizabeth! = First I Would Say That This Young Lady Would Seem Extremely Amissful Within Her Visions *^_^* Or Lack Thereof??? == Yet, I Would Echo In Part The Words Given The Apostle Pauls Spirit In That He, An Anointed Child of The Living True God Did Say That, `In Death, I Should Gain Eternal Joy....` *^_^* Need I Say More &, Thank Your Beauty for The Kind Visit, Precious Lady!” === My Love Unto You & Yours, Always & Forever, Jasper *