Weeping by the Willow Tree

Weeping by the Willow Tree

A Poem by Adam M. Snow
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Who is she adorned in moonlight's veil - This beauty with skin so fragile and pale? I see her within a dream surreal, Weeping by the willow tree.

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Weeping by the Willow Tree
Written by Adam M. Snow

Who is she adorned in moonlight's veil -

 This beauty with skin so fragile and pale?

 I see her within a dream surreal,

 Weeping by the willow tree.

 

 Why does she weep such a woe,

 Under starry midnight glow?

 Upon the ground, her tears will flow;

 Weeping by the willow tree.

 

 How can I clearly see?

 She weeps so tenderly...

 Will I come to know; can it be,

 She weeps for me by the willow tree?

 

 What can cause her broken heart,

 That led this dame to hurt?

 Her hair does fairly touch the dirt;

 Weeping by the willow tree.

 

 A love that's lost should only be,

 Misinterpreted reality,

 For she will never be set free,

 Weeping by the willow tree.

 

 A heart's amiss if love is lost -

 An empty bliss would be the cost.

 A troubled dream, she would exhaust "

 Weeping by the willow tree.

 

 Every which way the wind would blow,

 The rustling leaves, the willow'd throw.

 Akin to willows weep, we know!

 She weeps by the willow tree.

 

 Is she an angel kneeling there?

 What is her burden that she bear?

 Certainly there is such grief in the air,

 Away by the olden willow tree.

 

She veils her face with waterfall tears,

Misery held her all these years.

Still she, with tender hopes and fears,

weeps by the willow tree.

 

The willow tree leaves would sway,

As she, on her knees would pray.

Every night and every day,

She weeps by the willow tree.

 

Standing afar, I thought of her

Just a dame, as if it were -

A memory cast a blur,

A passing wind through the willow tree.

 

She wears such woe, what holds her dear...

Amidst these trials of heartache and fear?

Upon the morn, my eyes came clear -

Reason why she weeps by the willow tree.

 

 Alas! It is that she cries for me;

 It twas I who caused her such sweet misery.

 I hear her cries, her plea,

 Underneath the willow tree.

 

 I oft wonder what I did to she,

 And wonder why she weeps for me.

 In the night I hear the keys -

 While she weeps under the willow tree.

 

 Upon the morn, it occurred to me,

 That maiden cries out of love for me.

 And I simply walked past her plea,

 Not knowing what causes her to weep,

 Silently under the willow tree.

 

 The succeeding night I went to see,

 That beautiful girl who sits under the tree.

 I saw her there, but in despair -

 She hangs from two branches bare.

 Swinging under the willow tree.



© 2016 Adam M. Snow



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An amazing and wonderful poem, that moves so slowly through the days of her weeping, it could be a month of seeing her weep, before the dawning realization comes. The flow is beautiful and has such a classical ring to it, like satin or silk cloth in rich colors. I love the repetition of the last line, until it begins to change, at the same time that the voice changes, and the story moves on. The last stanza is profoundly sad, but absolutely perfect. A wondrous piece of art. Thank you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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This poem is so beautiful, the rhyming in particular!

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is tragically beautiful :) you're a really talented person

Posted 1 Year Ago


Such a beautiful and sad poem at the same time! I love the first stanza out of all as it really struck a chord with me. It, in a way, describes one of my struggles.

Posted 1 Year Ago


a lovely poem, all round. a sad story and sadder ending but told in a lovely way that flowed well. i stumbled a bit at the first time the last line changed but soon got used to it and it didnt affect how nice the story read.
well ddone, great piecee.

Posted 1 Year Ago


An amazing and wonderful poem, that moves so slowly through the days of her weeping, it could be a month of seeing her weep, before the dawning realization comes. The flow is beautiful and has such a classical ring to it, like satin or silk cloth in rich colors. I love the repetition of the last line, until it begins to change, at the same time that the voice changes, and the story moves on. The last stanza is profoundly sad, but absolutely perfect. A wondrous piece of art. Thank you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A superbly written love poem if ever i did read one....captivating and beautiful thank you for sharing, !

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is brilliant! A highlight for me was "A love that's lost should only be misinterpreted reality".
The ending also. Very emotional, and very sad, however you wrote it in such a way that it almost came across beautiful. Well done.

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Adam M. Snow

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your kind words, I am glad you enjoyed my writing
I enjoyed this greatly and look forward to reading more of your poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Whoa, I was completely taken aback by the last stanza. Your word choices are so great and descriptive. I could see it all. It's great that you love to write because you are so good at it!

Posted 1 Year Ago


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I love the word flow in this poem

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Adam M. Snow

El Mirage, AZ



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