My Weeping Urn

by Ben Pickard   Mar 10, 2017

When the last vestiges of summer's heat withdraw,
Or you, with lover's spite, have shaped my weeping urn,
Then I will no more demean myself or have myself implore
The spiteful rays to saturate me and cruelly burn.

As the sun sinks synonymously with my raving hopes,
The night will yet be spent without a bitter tear;
The daylight might see me hang by love's cruel ropes,
But in the dark is where salvation will appear.

The night and cooling breeze will soothe my naked limbs;
The moon will reinvigorate my need for life itself!
And no more will I be subservient to your whims -
The sun will rise again and feed my heart with wealth.


Ben Pickard 2017


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  • 6 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    I truly love this piece. I am in awe.

  • 8 months ago

    by ddavidd

    wealth is a right word to end this piece and also to describe it.

  • 8 months ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Okay.. not sure if its the hour of the night.. my emotional state or just your writing, but this made me tear up a little..

    The rhyming is spot on.. the content is mind blowing.. again well done on a fantastic write..

    You set a high bar for the rest of us..

    • 8 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      It must be the hour, Naomi, lol.

      Thank you

  • 8 months ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Ben.....fella....mate......why is it that when I read a poem of yours lately i just want to cuss you out lol in all seriousness, this is a truly wonderful poem, technically and emotionally it's all there your word choice is fantastic, imagery is ALL there and your voice is this is very interesting as it is both strong and weak but certain. I think that this is one of my favourite writes from you to date, immediately it was stored into my favourite for eating later!

    I will agree with the Ladies that If this hadn't been voted I would have voted it in to the weekly contest because I genuinly think this should be on the front page for members and cyber travellers alike to see (I know we both have the same view on poems being nominated, but my friend on this occasion it defo should be there)

    A sad write but one with a hint of hope which I really like in poems of this nature, there's something about the characteristics of a poem (Any melon-conic or sad write) that starts in the grey and ends with some light...I don't know maybe i'm just rambling i hope that makes sense.

    Freakin love it. period.

    All the best fella


    • 8 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Ben. By the way, when do we see a video of your slam poetry performance? :)

  • 9 months ago

    by Hellon

    I think you have been reading some more Burns? This is really beautiful, such an old style charm to it with your well chosen words...a simply stunning piece!! I wanted to nominate this poem but the nomination button is not there...I did check to see if someone had beaten me to it but, I don't see it on the list. The poem is less than a week old so it should still be eligible. I though Janis had fixed the old problem with the love poems category? Maybe I'm just jet lagged...I'll come back to it later and see if I can nominate it.

    • 9 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks, Hellon, but don't worry too much about the nomination. It could be because it was posted in the last nominations cycle but either way, it's not important. It means more to me that people read it and enjoy it. Take care.

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