In Search of.... ©

Alone he walks down darkest path,

tired and shellshocked from lifes black aftermath.

 

Blood, sweat and tears stream down his face,

battered and bruised by this ratrace.

 

As cloud gathers and rain pours,

I stretch out my hand in search of yours,

and as wind blows,

tornados swirl,

I look up to the face of a girl, then wildest dreams begin to unfurl.

 

Fingers wrap around my hand,

never again will this life be bland.

 

Rains cease,

sun breaks cloud,

the love I have for you sets my heart a flutter,

everytime we kiss I melt as if butter.

 

When we are together at last,

when our wedding is past,

forever more will my love for you last,

funny to think of how it began,

on a fire lit beach with the grasp of a hand.

Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

This poem is one of my favorite I have read on writerscafe. It is easy to feel the emotion and see your imagery, everything pulls itself together. This is a wonderful enjoyable write, keep up the good work :)

[EMF]

Groovy.
The only question arises is how someone your age is in tune with love to this extent. Not jsut the writing, but the emotion. Damn fine work

[Cadence Killday]

wow this was really good! just two things i'd fix though, you spelled "if" wrong in the 5th to last line, and I would probably separate the lines a little differently too. But it rhymes without sounding forced and you have a great vocabulary!

[Sujash I. Purna]

"Blood, sweat and tears stream down his face, battered and bruised by this rat-race"

So undulatingly poignant! Emotive in its pitch and the emotion lasts till the end to the "the grasp of a hand"

Brilliant poetry all in all. Kudos!

[Sarah Hobbit]

Damn i love this poem so much hun. such a romantic night lol