He’s in love with a heartless
angel:
Cold, unkind, and emotionally blind,
Devoid of feelings of any kind.
There was a time she was
filled with joy,
Her heart echoing love’s rhapsody for a boy;
The one that used to make her smile…
Her smile was truly a site to
behold,
Crowning horizons a bittersweet gold,
Hand in hand with the benign,
Waltzing to the melody of the divine,
A heavenly harp chime,
Sanctifying the moment in time.
Now ice storms ravage her
world.
There is too much chill in the veins,
A solemn champion, he shivers in her pain.
Her wings have mutated black,
He craves to turn back the clock,
To bestow the glow upon her face,
And reignite her long lost grace.
I like how your poems are so very evocative and so raw in emotion.I think i will go stanza to stanza here cause there was a link here that got lost..which i did not get answers to..you know..
I like the line 'Her heart echoing love’s rhapsody for a boy;..
This contrast between the first and second stanza simply intrigues me..i am compelled as a reader to ask as to what makes this angel heartless.I expect that this would be explained in the coming stanzas.Her aura is raised to even more beatific scales in the third stanza.I am really impressed by your words specifically here,cause you are so very eloquent here.'waltzing to the melody of the divine,a heavenly harp chime'..
Then towards the last you again come back to how her image has been mutated.I like the neat contradiction of her images that you have sketched.
I would have loved to know,why so..what made her like this..that is my only suggestion here.
I like the last three lines,as to how he holds the same love for her as before,nothing has tainted his love over the years and perhaps nothing will..very sad yet so so lovely.
I like how your poems are so very evocative and so raw in emotion.I think i will go stanza to stanza here cause there was a link here that got lost..which i did not get answers to..you know..
I like the line 'Her heart echoing love’s rhapsody for a boy;..
This contrast between the first and second stanza simply intrigues me..i am compelled as a reader to ask as to what makes this angel heartless.I expect that this would be explained in the coming stanzas.Her aura is raised to even more beatific scales in the third stanza.I am really impressed by your words specifically here,cause you are so very eloquent here.'waltzing to the melody of the divine,a heavenly harp chime'..
Then towards the last you again come back to how her image has been mutated.I like the neat contradiction of her images that you have sketched.
I would have loved to know,why so..what made her like this..that is my only suggestion here.
I like the last three lines,as to how he holds the same love for her as before,nothing has tainted his love over the years and perhaps nothing will..very sad yet so so lovely.
This poem is so deep and personal. I could ever be so deep with something personal and I feel sad for the woman who used to be so divine but then she turned sad.
What happened to make this angel divine so tarnished in his eyes? Powerful use of words here, was she cold towards him? Many questions and ponderings raised in my mind at least, still the poem leaves us asking questions, which is the sign of a good write.
The name is Ivan - I'm 31. I am originally from Bosnia and Herzegovina. I left my country in 94 because of the civil war. After emigrating, my family lived in France for 2 years before coming to Canad.. more..