Lost Hold

by Krete   Jul 13, 2006


A ripple of satisfaction,
drips through the crack.
A vase made to perfection,
all throughout it lacks.

Crying like theres no tomorrow,
sad girls heave and spew,
God accepts the dismal sorrow,
and continues making morning dew.

Nobody cares about the life,
that in acception and out of spite,
Lives on to find a knife,
and rid itself of all the plight.

Dismal as it may seem,
mornings darkness is quite green,
blue skies are all supreme,
and not a curtain is unseen.

All the windows are open now,
the flood is gone and dry.
The sun is beating hot,
and life runs through the sigh.

The crack in the vase,
it will never leave.
Never fixed - never touched,
it will continue to breathe.

Perhaps in our walk,
life may slip,
cracks will form,
and the pot will drip.

But at the end, when we daylight comes,
the judication is completed,
sounds serene,
will be elated.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Daniel J

    Whilst I usually strive to avoid any poem with the word "kinfe" in it, and prepared to do so this time too. Imagine then my surprise and - frankly - joy, when this poem turned out to have not only a brilliant rhyming scheme but content too. I noted, and especially like, the way you end off on a positive note in this poem.

    It certainly stands out from other poems in the genre.

  • 17 years ago

    by EpithetPoet

    Really beautiful dear. i cant express how much i've mised reading your poetry.
    much love,
    -A

  • 17 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    Very good poem. I really liked it. Keep it up and take care. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Saravana Kumar S

    Where have you been all these days?Hopefully everything is goin on well with your life....and the poem is simply beautiful....the flow,the meaning,the sentiments attached to it,the rhyme scheme everything was just perfect...Hope you write more poems....take care and keep smiling always...

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