How can I know, what can I feel,
But sorrow, sorrow, sorrow—
How can I try to live for now
When today begins tomorrow?
How can I stop this fickle heart
From bleeding, bleeding, bleeding?
How can I try to love and cope
When hope is so misleading?
A black butterfly is following me—
He whispers, with a sigh
Of things long gone, thrilling me
To fly, fly, fly—
The leaves will rush, the willows bend,
And you will always die—
No matter how I cling to you,
You'll fly, fly, fly—
Leave me for another spring
And the bliss of days gone by...
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What did you think
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Beautiful; I'm not too sure what to say... this was over before I knew it, and yet contained so much in it.
The style - the repetition, reminded me so much of the 'old time' poets, who wrote what they thought, in their own ways, and feared not criticism - but did it because they were poets first and foremost. Truly, it did. Perhaps Yeats, or Frost - ah, Robert Frost, that's who this reminded me of.
It was simple, and poignant, and yet something about it, I liked very much indeed! Thank you for entering
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Emotive
Another great one. Perhaps you should consider writing songs. I think you'd do well,
~Mary O
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Outstanding
I loved the flow of this poem and the way you have used repetition to give the poem a lyrical quality to it. The subject is sad and mournful -the poet speaking of lost love and yet you make the poem very beautiful to read -dark and haunting. I enjoyed reading this a lot.
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