Wax and Wane, little Heart...

Wax and Wane, little Heart...

A Poem by Elizabeth

The love for life, the life long lost
A wanting need, with comes much cost
Love; it is an aching need
My heart; she desires for it to heed
The word is law, behold and lo
it causes strife, causes woe
And then I feel a joy worth while
My heart, her song, heard for a mile
Ringing like thine silver bells
the clarion call slowly swells
Till it grows a thunderous drum
until the weaving comes undone
The ends attempt to strike anew
and build upon my love for you
To bloom unto its fullest extent
I mourn your loss and then repent
My loss has broken my poor soul
until your warmth can bind it whole
But now my fire has burned out cold
extinguished by your icy hold

© 2008 Elizabeth


Author's Note

Elizabeth
are the semi colons correctly placed?

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May I ask, how old are you? You have a very classic style of writing that I can't help but respect and have apparently become addicted to. On to read the next one! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


I like this very much. The rhyme was very impressive. Sometimes I find with my writing and other's the rhyme takes the poem somewhere the author didn't intend it to go, but I was very happy to see that didn't happen here. The first and last two lines are my favorite, and there was passion throughout that kept me going and drove the poem along.

The best thing about poetry is that grammar is irrelevant. I found the semi colons to be effective as they are and if you like them there is no need to worry. I don't know if I've told you, but I love your style. It's... aged. Very hard to accomplish, but you pulled it off. Thank you for writing
♥Destiny♥

Posted 16 Years Ago



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