You Hold the Spade, I Hide the Hole

You Hold the Spade, I Hide the Hole

A Poem by Hippy
"

i buried love

"

Do you still feel this way?

 

All I have to say

Is I buried it

Off in a hole

I know where it is

But I will not go

For it’s not my hole

And you hold the spade

If you want it

Start digging

Before it fades

Decomposing

Under all this weight

But this is its fate

To never see the light of your face

The way it used to shine

But to answer your question its buried

And I am fine

© 2010 Hippy


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The wounds are no joke,. and then... death.. a torrent of blood

Posted 14 Years Ago


I really like this one. The metaphor is simple and very effective, and you don't beat it to death as I feared you might. The imagery is strong and the whole thing flows very nicely.

I have one suggestion. Make 'Its buried' at the end a line of its own, so the poem ends like this:

"But to answer your question
It's buried
And I am fine"

Posted 14 Years Ago


OMG!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is very sad but is beautiful written. Like I love the imagery and the use of your words. Keep it up huns :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


the way the emotion from this poem comes at me is, wow, amazing, it makes me feel sad even though i am extremley happy. keep writing!

Posted 14 Years Ago


this made me feel so sad :( nonetheless, it is very powerful, and good. keep it up :D

Posted 14 Years Ago


Very sad, but beautiful

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is a wonderful write here.

Posted 14 Years Ago


The poem is sad yet beautiful. I can't say anymore. It's just amazing! Keep writing.


Posted 14 Years Ago


this is a sad write, i'm sorry:(

Posted 14 Years Ago



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