ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
August Moon
He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison town,
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
#heartbroken
#war
#rhyming #FallingInLove
#rhyming #FallingInLove
170 reads
2 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
August Moon
He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison town,
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
#heartbroken
#war
#rhyming #FallingInLove
#rhyming #FallingInLove
170 reads
2 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
August Moon
He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison town,
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
#heartbroken
#war
#rhyming #FallingInLove
#rhyming #FallingInLove
170 reads
2 Comments
ReggiePoet
Reggie
Reggie
Poem Published
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
15th Jul 2018 8:52pm
August Moon
He hailed from Dartmoor, near the prison town,
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
while she was born to poor folk on the moor.
They chanced upon love’s passion, so profound,
and met just months before the start of war!
She knew he was the one, when he first spoke,
although she can’t recall the words he said…
the smoothness of his baritone just broke
whatever inhibitions that she had!
The short time that they had, they spent together,
although they did not know that at the time;
long evenings on the moor and in the heather,
their love affair cut...
#heartbroken
#war
#rhyming #FallingInLove
#rhyming #FallingInLove
170 reads
2 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 5:45pm
7th Jul 2019 5:45pm
Y'all have a good ride...
Having a rough go of it lately, are we?
Sorry to hear that it's so…
Since there's naught for it now
but live through it…you'll just have to give it a go.
Mourn your loss, lick your wounds...gather your resources...and when you come out the other side
of that dark place you have been exploring…
we'll be here... waitin' on you.
Y'all have a good ride...
Sorry to hear that it's so…
Since there's naught for it now
but live through it…you'll just have to give it a go.
Mourn your loss, lick your wounds...gather your resources...and when you come out the other side
of that dark place you have been exploring…
we'll be here... waitin' on you.
Y'all have a good ride...
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#UnrequitedLove
106 reads
6 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 5:45pm
7th Jul 2019 5:45pm
Y'all have a good ride...
Having a rough go of it lately, are we?
Sorry to hear that it's so…
Since there's naught for it now
but live through it…you'll just have to give it a go.
Mourn your loss, lick your wounds...gather your resources...and when you come out the other side
of that dark place you have been exploring…
we'll be here... waitin' on you.
Y'all have a good ride...
Sorry to hear that it's so…
Since there's naught for it now
but live through it…you'll just have to give it a go.
Mourn your loss, lick your wounds...gather your resources...and when you come out the other side
of that dark place you have been exploring…
we'll be here... waitin' on you.
Y'all have a good ride...
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#UnrequitedLove
106 reads
6 Comments
Ely
E.A.Rothwell
E.A.Rothwell
Poem Published
7th Jul 2019 5:45pm
7th Jul 2019 5:45pm
Y'all have a good ride...
Having a rough go of it lately, are we?
Sorry to hear that it's so…
Since there's naught for it now
but live through it…you'll just have to give it a go.
Mourn your loss, lick your wounds...gather your resources...and when you come out the other side
of that dark place you have been exploring…
we'll be here... waitin' on you.
Y'all have a good ride...
Sorry to hear that it's so…
Since there's naught for it now
but live through it…you'll just have to give it a go.
Mourn your loss, lick your wounds...gather your resources...and when you come out the other side
of that dark place you have been exploring…
we'll be here... waitin' on you.
Y'all have a good ride...
#heartbroken
#LifeStruggles
#UnrequitedLove
106 reads
6 Comments
wanangwe
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 9:54am
17th Jun 2018 9:54am
Forsaken Poet
My poem has pigeonholed me
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems
words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation
now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry
but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems
words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation
now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry
but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...
#love
#heartbroken
#emotional
189 reads
6 Comments
wanangwe
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 9:54am
17th Jun 2018 9:54am
Forsaken Poet
My poem has pigeonholed me
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems
words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation
now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry
but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems
words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation
now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry
but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...
#love
#heartbroken
#emotional
189 reads
6 Comments
wanangwe
Poem Published
17th Jun 2018 9:54am
17th Jun 2018 9:54am
Forsaken Poet
My poem has pigeonholed me
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems
words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation
now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry
but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...
now am all alone this winter
my pen probably thinks I am dead
for she went away with all my papers
now am left as poet who can only boast of old poems
words went with her
so did the imagery
structure
stanzas, rhymes and punctuation
now am left heartbroken
devoid of inspiration
since our cosy late night sessions are no more
She drained my ink dry
but I refuse to give up
I’ll survive to write again
another poem will find me
she won’t be as selfish
leaving me...
#love
#heartbroken
#emotional
189 reads
6 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th May 2019 3:57am
11th May 2019 3:57am
Hitchhiker
Hitchhiker
I had forsworn romance for the rest of this life. But sometimes lessons need to be repeated until they sink into the marrow of the soul. And so one rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress.
I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No,...
I had forsworn romance for the rest of this life. But sometimes lessons need to be repeated until they sink into the marrow of the soul. And so one rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress.
I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No,...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #illness
#romantic #illness
128 reads
11 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
11th May 2019 3:57am
11th May 2019 3:57am
Hitchhiker
Hitchhiker
I had forsworn romance for the rest of this life. But sometimes lessons need to be repeated until they sink into the marrow of the soul. And so one rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress.
I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No,...
I had forsworn romance for the rest of this life. But sometimes lessons need to be repeated until they sink into the marrow of the soul. And so one rainy night she comes in a madras summer dress.
I pick her up by the roadside where she hitchhikes on a lonely Louisiana highway in the sugar cane fields. “Hey, mister can you give me a lift?”
“Hop on in. What brought you out in this kind of weather?”
“Oh, my ex dropped me off by the side of the road.”
“I could swear I know you from somewhere.”
She replies, “No,...
#love
#heartbroken
#romantic #illness
#romantic #illness
128 reads
11 Comments
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