Submissions by KindOfHeart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing poetry for about 15 years. Most of my poems express my inner feelings and emotions, and are an intimate baring of my soul, although I write some of a more humourous nature.
EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Jul 2016 7:55pm
19th Jul 2016 7:55pm
Love in Old Age
I pray you, do not trample on my dreams.
Though you may only see this outer shell,
A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality,
Is of no greater substance than the air,
Masking the real truth that lies within
From the unperceptive gaze of the world,
Blinded by the harsh glare of common sense.
Outwardly I may be on the dread path
That leads to mortal decay and old age,
My limbs may now be clothed in sagging flesh,
Where in my youth there was beauty of form,
Tautly balanced muscles, lithe grace and poise,
And though my joints...
Though you may only see this outer shell,
A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality,
Is of no greater substance than the air,
Masking the real truth that lies within
From the unperceptive gaze of the world,
Blinded by the harsh glare of common sense.
Outwardly I may be on the dread path
That leads to mortal decay and old age,
My limbs may now be clothed in sagging flesh,
Where in my youth there was beauty of form,
Tautly balanced muscles, lithe grace and poise,
And though my joints...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Jul 2016 7:30pm
19th Jul 2016 7:30pm
Last Testament
Lost and alone, unlovely and unloved,
I am forced to accept the brutal truth,
Bitter though it may be in one so proud,
I must at last give up my thoughts of youth.
What woman could e'er love this broken man,
An empty husk of total impotence,
For I know my dreams were an illusion,
And there is no point to my existence.
At the corner of the street now I stand
And shout, but no one hears. In my decline
My sad life is running away like sand
While younger men seize the prize that was mine.
Someone put me out of my misery,
End my life and finally...
I am forced to accept the brutal truth,
Bitter though it may be in one so proud,
I must at last give up my thoughts of youth.
What woman could e'er love this broken man,
An empty husk of total impotence,
For I know my dreams were an illusion,
And there is no point to my existence.
At the corner of the street now I stand
And shout, but no one hears. In my decline
My sad life is running away like sand
While younger men seize the prize that was mine.
Someone put me out of my misery,
End my life and finally...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by KindOfHeart
