Dead Envious

Dead Envious

A Poem by Sam

I wish I could wash away the past,
Wipe clean the proverbial slate,
Im my dreams the tide would come in,
And wash away the disgrace,
As if it were a giant black sand castle
Awaiting sweet demolition.

 

I have lived only to kill myself
With petty regret.
Love came, I cherish it's memory,
I drowned it in a chemical haze,
Those were the days.

 

When I lay entombed
Between your arm and chest,
It was perfect purgatory,
You whispered sweet nothings, that meant everything,
I cannot remember them
I cannot remember them.

 

You were never really happy.
Your Mother was a lousy substitute
For your Father's love, he drove you to it,
I didn't judge, I quite admired you,
Dead envious.

© 2008 Sam


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I like this, poetry cannot be critiqued. Poetry is free to 'poetic license.' The key to good poetry is feeling, not those that you feel but those you instill in those who read it. One may inturpret a poem differently then the next but so long as each are moved then the poet has created a lasting piece of art. I feel that this is a personal piece, one that you experienced first hand, I have walked that path before and have several pieces that reflect those times in my life. I car relate to this and that is why I connect with it so well. Thank you for sharing this with us the readers and good luck in all your endeavors.

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emz
Very moving piece... we all regret at some time in our lives... but we really should only regret the things we haven't done and never the things we have... everything in our lives is a learning curve.. we should learn to move on.. what is done is done.. we can never change that... lovely poem thanks.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Wow talk about layers, this poem needs peeled one layer at a time to really see the depths of expression here. The imagery is great! I love the free verse write, and poignant, yes very. This stanza here,

"I have lived only to kill myself
With petty regret.
Love came, I cherish it's memory,
I drowned it in a chemical haze,
Those were the days."

this says a lot about the person, especially that he is revealing a more mature, wiser side of self and realizes what was lost to those days. Very well said. Thanks for a wonderful read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like this, poetry cannot be critiqued. Poetry is free to 'poetic license.' The key to good poetry is feeling, not those that you feel but those you instill in those who read it. One may inturpret a poem differently then the next but so long as each are moved then the poet has created a lasting piece of art. I feel that this is a personal piece, one that you experienced first hand, I have walked that path before and have several pieces that reflect those times in my life. I car relate to this and that is why I connect with it so well. Thank you for sharing this with us the readers and good luck in all your endeavors.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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