Good Things Don't End

All good things don't end,

Even the gifts that God sends,

Like you, the angel He sent from above

who is the one person I truly love.

You changed everything and made my life worthwhile.

You are the only one who can make me smile.

You really don't understand how much you means.

I’ll never be as happy as I’ve been.

You are my heart and my soul,

You fill me with joy and make me whole.

You are my world, my greatest treasure.

I love you so much that it couldn’t be measured.

I remember every kiss and touch.

All our memories I miss so much.

I wish we could go back in time,

When I was yours and you was mine.

I’d always protect you and let nothing harm you.

How ironic it was though that you was my armor.

You always made me feel so secure.

No matter what went wrong, you always had a cure.

With you I felt absolutely no fear,

But now I’m scared of anything that comes near.

You healed me and put me back together,

So I held on to you; you was my tether.

Sadly, you suddenly cut the rope,

And with it went my happiness and hope.

The spell had finally been broken

As I realized I had awoken.

It had all just been a dream,

No matter how real it may have seemed.

Everything I felt had been an illusion,

Explained by the way it left me in shock and confusion.

My best dream became my worst nightmare.

You vanished while you was right there.

You left me to struggle on my own.

You left me stranded, isolated, and all alone.

I had to wake up and realize

That the only real truth are real lies.

But I can truly tell you, “You’re the sweetest dream I ever had,”

And for that, I can only be grateful and glad.

To be happy again, I’ll have to relive the past.

Hold on to every memory for as long as they last,

To look back at how I used to feel,

To remember them as if they were real.

Even though it’s over, l’ll have to pretend,

Because all good things don't end.

Reviews

[JayG]

• Like you, the angel He sent from above

Really? Why thank you, sweetie. I appreciate it, but...I'm already committed.

My point? You, someone the reader knows nothing about, are talking to someone not introduced. Why, given that, do you think they'll be thrilled to read a poem that involves them, emotionally, not at all?

I mean no insult, but poetry isn't someone telling everyone how they feel. Readers expect you to provide an emotional experience.

Perhaps, where your language poetic, or so moving that they'd be moved to present it to the one they love,they'd do that, and thank you. Poems like, Browning's, Sonnet 43: How Do I Love Thee, written well over 100 years ago, still have the power to bring a sigh, and still have people reciting it to the one they love.

And poets do that, not by telling us, or talking about their feelings, but by reminding us of our own emotions, or by stirring them, by drawing us in to live the poem, not just read it.

You might want to visit the Shmoop site. It's a great resource for things scholastic. Select Student, then use the button next to the midpage search window to select Poetry. There are lots of great poems, analyzed to great depth, to show why, and how they worked. And if you can find a copy, lots of people swear by Mary Oliver's, A Poetry Handbook.

Jay Greenstein
https://jaygreenstein.wordpress.com/category/the-craft-of-writing/the-grumpy-old-writing-coach/