A Poem by TheAdventOf

I hung up the phone slowly,

And sat down on the splintered wooden benches

Out by the weathered green statue,

Surrounded by flowers,

And under a cloudless May sky.


The phone clicked shut,

Creaking a little bit like it always did,

And I watched the ground to see

If I’d fallen apart just yet.


A whole eighteen months,

Full of late nights at the shore,

Sharing popcorn at the movies,

Family barbeques,

Walks all down the shoreline,

And all I get

Is a goddamn phone call


Saying she just can’t go on like this.


© 2010 TheAdventOf

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Very nice. The imagery is rockin. You really got down to the minute detail of the phone creaking and the month it happened, even the splitters of the bench. Very well done. The third stanza didn't do as much for me, but it was honest and expressive. Also not so sold on making the last line its own stanza, but it's your artistic decision. Otherwise, very nice poem. I adored the detail. Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago

i like it keep up the good work.

Posted 9 Years Ago

That's strange... I never got a read request for this one.... hmmmmm...lol.

This is another great piece of poetry, so full of emotion. Nice job.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Really good images i can see the bench and sky..hear the phone creak as it is shut.. and feel the pain of eighteen months of closeness being dismissed by one phone call.. very good .. makes the reader feel.


Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on May 4, 2010
Last Updated on May 4, 2010



Middletown, NJ

I'm a 20 year old college student in Annville, Pennsylvania (home is, and will always be NJ though), and I'd love to get published someday. I'm an English Communications major, and I'm looking to get .. more..

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