Almost Love

For all the almost lovers in my life, and in others

Her light’s so stark & staid as she makes small talk in the street,

bewildering the deadly ice glamor intensity.

Cold fingers trace limpid emotions

Images flash before the eyes, departing from the hope in them

Breaking of the blessed gray and blue hues of the desperate love needing ones

Takers of this disposition in direct opposition

Propensity of addressing the loveless

Imposing affection-less love

Sinking feelings are holding her heavy with doubt.

Dripping disdain, and feeding the drought

Living with the fire of lioness

Growing with the hate of her almost love

almost nothing.

 

Reviews

[Jared Hughes]

A most excellent poem. It has the tone of someone who has loved but never fully loved. Hmmm, not sure if that makes any sense but still this was a good poem.

Jared

[Kristin Brecoe]

The imagery and word usage is intense. It's strong and provokes hopes and desires.
Keep up your work.

[Eagle Cruagh]

I don`t read mistakes, I read impact, the soul
stirring, gut wrenching feeling that causes people
to write of their terrible emotions in the beginning.

This is one of those poems. I read it and I suffered
with you. I felt the awful sadness that you had spilled
all over the page. I felt the melancholy and the
desolation therefore you have accomplished more than
most of us ever will.

Thank you for a brilliant piece.

100 %

----- Eagle Cruagh

[Aekmy]

This holds the emotions of a young girl, from what I see. A young girl hurt, and turned down. The rhyme in
this is played very well. Your metaphors and adjectives are perfect for this piece.

Keep writing. :D

-Madeline