Forevermore

Forevermore

A Poem by Greystone
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Why is it I write my best poetry when I'm sad? Ah, well. Another one from the depths of my archives.

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There are no happy endings,

At least,

Not anymore:

If there ever were, they’re lost,

Gone, forevermore.

 

 

The tears are running down my face

They’re peeping out between:

Sara Teasdale lives up to her name

And children are just as mean.

 

 

Romeo and Juliet

Were in love when they finally wed

Honored every vow--

Where are they now?

Buried in a cemetery,

Dead.

 

 

Ryu and his Eliac

Felt so much more then love

He promised he’d never let her fall,

Then trapped her in his glove.

 

 

There were great wings that carried me

Far past the eastern seas;

Past the mountains and the valleys

Past the skies and Avonlea

 

 

Tolkien lives within his world,

He’s trapped among his elves;

Arwen lives without Aragorn’s touch

The church without her bells.

 

 

C.S. Lewis runs without tire,

his witches locked away,

The lion doesn’t roar no more

The flame no longer unyielding as day

 

 

The angel’s wings are turning black

The great, clean river runs dry:

The forests are being cut down

 

The rain drops slowly cry

 

The soldiers are marching off to war,

Their gleaming eyes all dead

Thinking of children’s fairy tales

Their vows when would’ve wed.

 

 

No more happy endings,

That’s what I’d like to say:

Shut them away! Shut them away!

They will not rise again.

 

 

.My heart’s been broken for quite some time

The ashes all used up

The words aren’t coming anymore

Into my little author’s cup.

 

 

So:

 

There are no happy endings,

At least,

Not anymore:

If there ever were, they’re lost:

 

Gone…

© 2008 Greystone


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I adore how this poem is essentially the anit-christ of all happy endings. Its so emotionally raw and intentional.
I really really love the examples you used as well. Excuse my lack of knowledge in poem structure, but it all flows really well. It seems that in literature, theres just a scale. You can manipulate the scale however you like, and you decided to tip the darker side of the scale in a graceful way. When you look at this poem, its almost as if there were no happy endings to begin with, which is what I feel the purpose was of it, by the way the poem ended.

There are no happy endings,

At least,

Not anymore:

If there ever were, they're lost:



Gone�


Loved it. Great Job

Best of Days
Roxie

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.



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Certainly a piece that truly speaks for itself. The gifted author of this is untamed in freeflowing gems. I like the direction the piece leads the reader. It moves one toward an awareness of the idea of optimism in the hearts of lovers of literature and those hearts are powerfully full of life. This piece in that sense is hope inspiring. Gorgeous.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting. I hate happy endings, so I enjoyed this piece.
Cheers!
GM

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a remarkable poem, I like how you incorporated all the different artist and things in this such as C.S. Lewis, very well done.

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I adore how this poem is essentially the anit-christ of all happy endings. Its so emotionally raw and intentional.
I really really love the examples you used as well. Excuse my lack of knowledge in poem structure, but it all flows really well. It seems that in literature, theres just a scale. You can manipulate the scale however you like, and you decided to tip the darker side of the scale in a graceful way. When you look at this poem, its almost as if there were no happy endings to begin with, which is what I feel the purpose was of it, by the way the poem ended.

There are no happy endings,

At least,

Not anymore:

If there ever were, they're lost:



Gone�


Loved it. Great Job

Best of Days
Roxie

Posted 10 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Greystone
Greystone

Fort Atkinson, WI



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