A Poem by Geo Lawrence

A lost love...

Whenever I see the bench
Which sits atop the beach
Memories of her starts to prick me
Like the sting of a bee

She was a girl I used to know
Ah! I count my self blessed, to have known her so!
Alas! she has become a wild horse
That graces the hinterland, by beauty's force

Love is hard, when one is young
For it hides beneath facades, and one may be wrong
Though memories of you hurt, I relive them
For I am certain, you wear mine like a gem

Not one picture of you I have
But sweet memories of you, as countless as bees in a hive
Though we shall age and run to death
Thoughts of you shall transcend death

Cynthia; a dame rich in innocence
Poor me you left, basking beneath your prudence
My tears flow like rivulets, as I hopelessly seek you
To exile, you've condemned me, ever searching for you...

© 2015 Geo Lawrence

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Really beautiful poem. I could envision someone walking on the beach, thinking fondly of the good memories.

Posted 4 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Geo Lawrence

4 Years Ago

Thank you for reviewing...
Of course such memories would be greatly cherished.
I was caught by surprise here, not expecting such a deep and lovely poem. I suppose I was expecting broken English(please pardon my ignorance of thought) and I received such an outstanding poem to read. Thank you!

Posted 6 Years Ago

2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Geo Lawrence

6 Years Ago

And Cynthia was one of her names...

6 Years Ago

aha, how many names does one person need?
Geo Lawrence

6 Years Ago

lol, typically, its 3 for a Christian...(surname, native name and baptismal name)...for Catholics we.. read more

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Added on April 10, 2015
Last Updated on April 10, 2015


Geo Lawrence
Geo Lawrence

Enugu, Enugu, Nigeria

My writings will nudge you into a trance of introspection. Beware dear reader, for each letter is laced in a spell to hold sway over your attention until there is nothing left to read. more..