The Book

The Book

A Poem by Betty-Angel

National Poetry Day 2019 is coming closer and my school is holding a poem competition. I am not a poet but I thought I'd give it a try.


I walk into the room and there She is,

a beauty resting by the fireplace,

waiting for me.

I am who She lives for.


She’s been patient

sitting there the whole day,

so that She wouldn’t miss the moment I come home,

to continue her tale from before.


Every evening I sit on the couch

with her in my arms,

I move aside her red leather coat

to caress the frills of her once white dress,

now worn out to a faded yellow shade.


I listen to her stories,

I feel her pain,

feel her joy;

and when we are both so tired

that She can’t talk and I can’t listen

I run my hand on her back one last time,

gently wrap the cloak around her

and let her fall asleep.


‘Until next time, my love’ I whisper,

She is who I live for.

© 2019 Betty-Angel

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A very moving piece describing a mutual devotion. I'd say you are a poet.

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Added on September 29, 2019
Last Updated on September 29, 2019
Tags: Book, Poem, Love, Beauty, Metaphore, Relationship



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