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woodpryan
11-03-2010, 10:14 PM
Singing her to sleep
She was mine and mine alone
It was in these eyes that her beauty shone
The nights I sang to her until she slept
The same as when I calmed her as she wept

Her head upon my shoulder
And her body light and slender
Are the things I keep remembered
As I lie alone attempting to forget her

He came to her unburdened
By hopes or dreams; a life uncertain
But in the way of personality
He must have something over me

Prospects of a life divine
She shared her dreams with mine
A life of beauty and relief
In shambles Ė I watch with disbelief

She has been misled
Into thinking I am dead
No longer worth the wait
Her life in pieces now too late

Never have I felt this way
About someone met upon my way
I donít like the feeling of hate
That burns in my chest while Iím irate

Never have I wished eternal sleep
For a man I met upon the street
But now as my world tumbles down
I hope for grim to come around

And I never have believed
That heaven was more than seed
From our senseless fear of death
Or that Satan had a breath

But if these things I did hold true
It is brimstone I would wish unto
The man that stole my life
And the one to be my wife

Yet does it not take two
To make such nightmares true
And to her I cannot say
That I wish for disarray

I wish upon her house and child
A man who will make her smile
Who will sing her down to sleep
And calm her in her need to weep

woodpryan
12-15-2010, 01:30 AM
I didn't get any feedback for this here, but I realized on my own what was wrong with this poem and have made several revisions since I last posted this. I know mama said not to say anything at all if one didn't have anything nice to say, so hopefully, now that it's been revised and is in it's final draft, a person or two may have something to say. Of course I disagree with mama when it comes to writing. If you like it or dislike it, feel free to comment. Thanks for taking the time to read it.


She was mine and mine alone.
It was in these eyes her beauty shone.
I sang to her until she slept,
just as when I calmed her as she wept.

Her head upon my shoulder
and her body, light and slender
are what I keep remembered
as I am trying to forget her.

He came to her unburdened
by hopes or dreams; a life uncertain.
But for personality,
he must have something over me

Prospects of a life divine;
she shared all her precious dreams with mine.
Her life of ease and relief
in shambles – I watch with disbelief.

Somehow she has been misled
into thinking that I am now dead,
that I am not worth the wait.
Her life is in pieces now; too late.

Never have I felt this way
About someone met upon my way.
I despise all of this hate
that burns in my chest when I’m irate.

Never wished eternal sleep
for a man I met upon the street,
but as my world tumbles down
I wish the reaper would come around.

And I never have believed
that heaven was more than just a seed
from our senseless fear of death
or that Satan ever had a breath.

But if these things I held true
it is brimstone I would wish unto
he, who stole from me my life
and the one who was to be my wife.

And yet, does it not take two
to make these atrocious nightmares true?
And to her I cannot say
That I wish for any disarray,

rather a house, a child,
a man she loves, who makes her smile,
who will sing her down to sleep,
and calm her in her need to weep.