Keith O.J. Hunt Poet Free verse

Where the Roses Weep

Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart,
  where the world is idyll and dark;
  we feel too much to sit still and die forever
  and be no more...
  forgotten even to mythic angels
  who were there while we were alive;

Death can cry alone, he shall not take me with him...
 he shall not shatter my weeping heart ---
 he shall not take me from her;
 for I love her too much
 
Darkness cannot swallow light with its evil,
 they cannot stop love ---
 bottle it up and send it to some dreary gloom;
 it is eternal energy;
 this life of love
 (where death roams not)

Where the roses weep and flood the beckoned heart,
 where the world is idyll and dark;
 my love for her shall always be....

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Phil Capitano October 27, 2016 at 3:54 AM Very touching poem, Keith, like Cupid's arrow it went straight to the heart.

Robert Lindley October 20, 2016 at 12:41 PM I have never read a poem by you that did not shine as bright as a brilliant star. This one flows right in and stirs the Heart and Soul--to think and to feeeeeeeeeel! ADDED TO MY FAV LIST AS ITS A TRUE GEM..

Arthur Vaso October 15, 2016 at 10:28 PM Its always such a pleasure to read your poetry! :)

Chris Green October 14, 2016 at 12:15 PM Yes, love poetry at its best. The ending wraps this one up nicely. That is what true love is, formidable. Bring your thorns and daggers, our love shall remain. Really nice Keith.

Tim Smith October 14, 2016 at 11:27 AM A great poem Keith...death can cry alone. I like that.