Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 10-June 01:39:42 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 162314 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => You Once Stood Here [time] => 2010-09-14 06:36:00 [hometext] => A true story...to MATTHEW DEAN...You once stood here... [bodytext] => you once stood here,
so close that i could feel you breathing,
i demanded that you go home,
but of course you refused,
saying you were never leaving me,
because you could see how bad i needed you.
i was independent and loved being free,
so i didn't want you to know,
i felt about you the way you felt for me....
we were both just so young,
and it didn't seem like enough,
to fall in-love,
because we did that once,
and i suddenly gave you up,
because as teenagers ,
the whole world was against us.......
you once stood here,
and i said i didn't need you,
i couldn't even look you in the eye,
instead i cussed you out before saying my "goodbyes",
then slamming the door,
knowing good and well,
if you had seen my face you could tell...
you once stood here,
and i slapped the fire out of you,
i told you to go to hell,
and "it's over, we're through,"
"this time I mean it so don't come back,"
never knowing this would be our last chance to laugh....
now if you're standing here,
it's b/c you're a ghost,
you died shortly after,
i made you go home,
and i still regret it to this day,
b/c it might not have happened,
if i had let you stay.....
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 39 [informant] => pinkunicornoctober [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
You Once Stood Here

Contributed by pinkunicornoctober on Tuesday, 14th September 2010 @ 06:36:00 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



you once stood here,
so close that i could feel you breathing,
i demanded that you go home,
but of course you refused,
saying you were never leaving me,
because you could see how bad i needed you.
i was independent and loved being free,
so i didn't want you to know,
i felt about you the way you felt for me....
we were both just so young,
and it didn't seem like enough,
to fall in-love,
because we did that once,
and i suddenly gave you up,
because as teenagers ,
the whole world was against us.......
you once stood here,
and i said i didn't need you,
i couldn't even look you in the eye,
instead i cussed you out before saying my "goodbyes",
then slamming the door,
knowing good and well,
if you had seen my face you could tell...
you once stood here,
and i slapped the fire out of you,
i told you to go to hell,
and "it's over, we're through,"
"this time I mean it so don't come back,"
never knowing this would be our last chance to laugh....
now if you're standing here,
it's b/c you're a ghost,
you died shortly after,
i made you go home,
and i still regret it to this day,
b/c it might not have happened,
if i had let you stay.....




Copyright © pinkunicornoctober ... [ 2010-09-14 06:36:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: You Once Stood Here (User Rating: 1 )
by Thatweegirl on Tuesday, 14th September 2010 @ 03:35:24 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Some really poignant bits in this...


Re: You Once Stood Here (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Tuesday, 14th September 2010 @ 05:18:57 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
wow, this is very sad.
Sorry for every one's loss.
Welcome to YPDC.
I'm sure this was very hard to write.
You told your story well.
Blessings,
emy


Re: You Once Stood Here (User Rating: 1 )
by cashfan1 on Wednesday, 15th September 2010 @ 01:45:38 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This is a very sad story but you tell it with great sensitivity. This is very well writen and your words do your story justice. Well done.




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com