I did not mean to think of you
after all these quiet days,
yet when embraced
by loneliness
I could not help
but ask you why
the door stays shut,
the curtains drawn
like nightfall's shades
and your picture still hangs up
on my wall.
Feb 03, 2014
Chamber Thoughts
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Direction:
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
William
Hi William,
Just loved your poem. That's what I feel when I think of my someone special. :)
Cheers,
Kavi
Thanks Kavi. I was thinking
Thanks Kavi. I was thinking about someone special when I wrote this.
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William
Your welcome.....Looking forward for more such poems :)
Cheers,
Kavi
William
The two comments from you and Kavita are but a confirmation that when you write your thoughts about someone special they pour out as wonderfully as you have done...thanks for posting..
regards,
raj
Thanks for reading it too.
Thanks for reading it too.
love it
love it when its straight from the heart. Can I have more of this type of poem please?
Alid
Most of my recent poetry has
Most of my recent poetry has taken this character. You're sure to see more of this. Thanks for reading :)
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Hello William
Not a single thing wrong with this, just wanted to say most very well done.
Thanks for reading this poem.
Thanks for reading this poem.
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Poignant!
beautifully done with tons of honest feelings.
I wonder how can anyone resist opening the champer's door after reading this
and the ending:
"and your picture still hangs up
on my wall"
works just perfect. :)
Bravo!!!
Thanks Rula :) .
Thanks Rula :)
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