A LITTLE DRINK, A LITTLE SMOKE, A LITTLE HOPE

A LITTLE DRINK, A LITTLE SMOKE, A LITTLE HOPE

A Poem by Brian Kraklau

one evning, where the glasses were going round, where the hearts were full of life, and the souls all shining bright, all the voices around speak of this new begining, speaking fearcly full of hopes and dreams, i, myself did not feel as such, i sat in my corner, i smiled, i spoke lightly, and happily, yet my own heart spoke to me from within, i longed for that dream i once had to finally come walking through the door, and it was then i saw her,

that angel from my dream of yesteryear, oh such a dream was so vivid as this, her voice rang loud with the warming tone of the highest goddess, yet her lips didnt even quiver, no one seemed to hear such beauty pour from this young soul, such sounds of song birds that wake me from my long dark dreams of the night, to a bright and beautiful new hope,

but this heart always falls so fast, this bird is tied to her fingers with her honorable word, she is chained to a duity that i suppose most must face head on once in a while for the sake of one's own love, i tell you this, however, this jeM will be dusted, placed where it always belonged, right ubove all men and their crowns, to be a simple tear from this angel that has taken my soul,

love i fell hard for, and broke this lock of mine, busting  me out, just to let loose the demons into my nights,

but alas, i am still left with this gift, one any man would be blessed to be bestowed upon by any angel of such beauty, where the sun rises every day, chasing away all the demons created by such hands as these, leaving with this one kiss of hope, when i rise to a new day.

 

will i be holding you to night

will this love take flight

that is not for me to tell, for the road ahead is goin to be full of sharp stones and soft beds, where it takes me i dont know, but i only can live this path, and i shall find my way to where i feel at home, so if my love is right, that would be my light, but if its mearly a charm of the moment, then, let it last so i may rest my weary head, for once the sun rises i will be on my way down that road, i will leave you then with a kiss in return,

so for now, my sweet

good night.

 

© 2011 Brian Kraklau


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Life teaches us many lessons. A wise man or woman know when to hold tighter and be kinder. I like the feel and wisdom in this poem. Most of us must learn the hard way to appreciate the people willing to love us. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Simply enough, I like it :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like with all great poems, sometimes I have to read it several times to get the meaning or break it down so I can understand the meaning or what is going on within the poem. Like E.E. Cummings Balloonman. I love that poem. Just like I really love this one. There is much to learn from this poem and I have a feeling I will be reading it a lot. Cause who knows... I may get something different from it each time I open it up and go diving into it's depths of knowledge. Good read and thanks for the request!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Every man has a dream woman, I suppose it works in reverse too but I really don't know. Be she real or a figment of imagination, her simple look makes us do unthinkable things, take unthinkable chances and dream. I get it I think.
you might want to take a look at my poem "Those Lips". you may know her.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Got a ZZ Top flair to it. I'd love to stay baby, but a drifter gotta ramble.

Like a fart, never staying around long enough for anyone to really enjoy.

Nice work

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

OhmyGods I think I can relate to this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I enjoyed the imagery and the vivid words. Definitely a lively poem

"but if its mearly a charm of the moment, then, let it last so i may rest my weary head, for once the sun rises i will be on my way down that road, i will leave you then with a kiss in return"

I think it's a good story! I really like what a realist this person is.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is a great story about love and releasing those inner demons. Love comes in many forms as this story clearly states. I love how you ended the story with a good night.

one slight typo ubove should be above. that is all I found. Not sure if you meant to do that or not.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

nicely done. could use some help on the punctuation, but the content is great.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

she is the tear that hangs in my soul forever.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) nice!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Brian Kraklau
Brian Kraklau

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