Susu J
02-17-2010, 12:23 AM
Who are you, yes you I see,
Are you the one who will plant our tree?
Are you the Prince who will rescue me?
Or are you He who will set me free?
I loved so many before you came
For months I did and all the same
Yet many moons later, I lost the game
And titled my head in miserable shame.
But seconds later you opened the door,
The door that I locked with a lion’s claw
You gave me a look that shook the floor
And sliced my heart with a butcher’s saw.
But you were obviously like the rest
And I would fall from the highest crest
Of my fantasy mountain and break my chest
And my jewels would scatter losing all the best.
I loved a strong man, so strong and tough,
And another with skills though just a bit rough,
Another with money though enough was enough
And others will looks that loved to bluff
Though you, yes you were different to them
You did not possess the rarest gem
You were not growing from an emerald stem
And you did not seize a smoothly cut hem
Your edges were rough and just too old
You occasionally looked, but could not hold
A passionate gaze, for it was untold
As to why you behaved in a manner so cold
I wanted to hate, but you always did seem
Like a child who possessed a radiant beam
That shone from here to that distant dream
Where the world is a diamond and its flavour sweet crème
I was in a conundrum, I wanted to run
You might be like the rest where I needed a gun
To shoot you away for you might be the son
Of that devious fellow that takes all the fun
So now, like always I sit on my sill
And wait for that lethal oh deathly kill
When you will linger like a fragmentary pill
Endlessly spinning like an old wind mill.
I wrote this poem a few years back, before I became serious about poetry; I thought it would post it up. :-)
Are you the one who will plant our tree?
Are you the Prince who will rescue me?
Or are you He who will set me free?
I loved so many before you came
For months I did and all the same
Yet many moons later, I lost the game
And titled my head in miserable shame.
But seconds later you opened the door,
The door that I locked with a lion’s claw
You gave me a look that shook the floor
And sliced my heart with a butcher’s saw.
But you were obviously like the rest
And I would fall from the highest crest
Of my fantasy mountain and break my chest
And my jewels would scatter losing all the best.
I loved a strong man, so strong and tough,
And another with skills though just a bit rough,
Another with money though enough was enough
And others will looks that loved to bluff
Though you, yes you were different to them
You did not possess the rarest gem
You were not growing from an emerald stem
And you did not seize a smoothly cut hem
Your edges were rough and just too old
You occasionally looked, but could not hold
A passionate gaze, for it was untold
As to why you behaved in a manner so cold
I wanted to hate, but you always did seem
Like a child who possessed a radiant beam
That shone from here to that distant dream
Where the world is a diamond and its flavour sweet crème
I was in a conundrum, I wanted to run
You might be like the rest where I needed a gun
To shoot you away for you might be the son
Of that devious fellow that takes all the fun
So now, like always I sit on my sill
And wait for that lethal oh deathly kill
When you will linger like a fragmentary pill
Endlessly spinning like an old wind mill.
I wrote this poem a few years back, before I became serious about poetry; I thought it would post it up. :-)