Nevermore
Hiding behind the luminescent veil
Eyes gather
Their senses fail
Do you see her?
Down on her knees
Do you feel her?
Yet you ignore her pleas
She is here
Waiting for you
She is dying
Breathing for you
All who wait for her
Behind the veil
All who passed judgement
Their senses have failed
For this she waited
Your heart
Your mind
She is within you
Or are you blind
She cried
On your minds door
She died
On your hearts floor
Then she was born
Once more
Forgiving you
Nevermore
I like this one…
~necromancer~ I am happy
You have captured the emotion of the image very well.
~brad~
thank you
The image, the words…poignant.
~as i am~ thank you
Dear enreal, I read a message in your poem. A warning…. Never put someone beyond the limits of his love, you will lose this person for ever…. Blessings
~rainer~ his love… her love… whose love shall mend the loss? thank you for enlightening me to something which was hidden from my mind… blessings
Do you love like that?
~majnun~ this piece can be seen as a failure to love… or a triumph… words have an interesting way of forming without intent… for this piece was not about love when I formed it… I see know perhaps my heart and mind had a different path
to me it reads like a lover whos loves been rejected, not due to an fault of herself but for the non responsiveness of the Beloved.. I can relate to that. I’ve been in Love, Am in love but for the situation Ive had to shy and move away, albeit very coldly, there is no nice way of rejecting but yet my lover falls on her knees at my door longing for me to accept the love she has to offer. I find that beautiful Love undeterred. ,, anyways..
~majnun~ I visualized this love… it has so many dynamics… acceptance is the simplest way to start… thank you for your honesty and vision…
your words seem to flow like the tides of the ocean.
Love these words.
~m
~m~ thank you my friend… see you soon
Absolutely beautiful. Such beautiful words woven in this one – so mind stirring . . . .so full of meloncholy
??? Its a riddle with many answers . . . for me she is “myself.”
I once prayed to God to give me back myself . . . for which I did reclaim, only to give her away again . . . I’m blessed she has not yet said, “nevermore.” If I keep giving bits and pieces of her away for the benefit of others and to her detriment; I’m afraid she will have no choice but to say, “nevermore.
Blessings as always Angel, Enreal
We give and we forgive so many times , yes we can do that , we do it all the time but we comes to a point, to a moment and feels like we are a deep bowl needs to be filled with soo much love ,sooo much tenderness ,sooo much care and feels that we cant give any more and say ” Nevermore ” like u said .
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SO MUCH TRUE UR WORDS Enreal .
That’s a really cool poem Enreal. In fact I love it, thanks for sharing.