Published by Poet of the Light
I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in.
I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers.
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Beautiful 💜💙
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Thank you very much
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You welcome
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I really like your ending on this poem. Age will do that to all of us!
I liked this line in particular…
I gave everything that I was- to her
But I was just a boy feeling loved
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Than you sir for reading and commenting both. Yes, I agree, maturity does play a role in a truer confirmation of ones reailty.
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It really does!
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Such a tender writing. If only everything took place on the brighter side of love.
– S
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Yes… if only. Thank you.
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An Awesome piece! Powerful and moving insights that cut too close to home for me – been there done that and am probably still foolish enough to do it again, if given a chance (sad to admit)!! Really loved the lines in your opening:
“I missed all the signs I needed to know
Played along with whatever she told, me
I’m guilty, I fully admit I was naïve”
But for me, I saw the all the signs and wasn’t naive – I guess it was a “Thelma and Louise” moment where I decided to enjoy the flight to the inevitable end. I guess that’s what getting addicted to someone is all about, isn’t it??
Great post!
Chuck
😊🎁✨✨👍
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Thanks,Chuck!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Don’t Miss Reading This!!!!! ✨✨✨
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‘Over there on the brighter side of love
I knew everything would be alright
Here in dark silence, I don’t know… anymore ‘
True words. Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you much
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Welcome 🙂
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Such words.. Never disappoint.
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I work so as not to disapoint… Thank you.
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❤️Thank you
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