A poem for him...

by Antigone Jackson   Jan 30, 2007


I couldn't stop thinking about you last night

when it was dark and I had no light

the thought made me feel less alone

even with this silence tone..

I imagined us holding each other

not wanting to let go, ever

that imaginary feeling

was so strong it began healing

my broken heart

It was once toren apart

but now it has mended so beautifully

it now beats slowly

as I imagine your eyes looking into mine

eyes that seem so perfect so divine

Now waking up from this dream

as bad as that may seem

I awake to see you stand

in my doorway with flowers in hand

Sudden joy sweeps over me

and now we hold each other in the warmest sea

of bed sheets and pillows

we take each others sorrows..

and turn them into eternal love..

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  • 18 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real you’ll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotion’s. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

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