Your Poetry Dot Com

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!

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	09-June 23:13:38 AEST

Menu

· Our eBay Store

· Error Submit

Poetry

· Submit Poetry

· Least Read Poems

· 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 Archive

· Premium Topics

Fun & Games

· Jokes

· Bubble Puzzle

· Cross Word Easy

· Word Hunt

Reference

· Dictionary (Rhyming)

· Site Updates

· Special Content

Search

Top

Help This Site

· Donations

Others

· 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] => 94109 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mourning And Ashes [time] => 2005-05-11 22:49:53 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I stepped out the back door
and felt it in the crisp night air
as traffic rolled non-stop on 99,
I heard it.

On the hill, the Highlands,
luxury apartments veiled in a vestment of light
a staunch reminder of what was
and seen from a place
where I once kept love
nestled in the dark silence
of the basement apartment.

Creaking floor boards from above
and the low glow of late night TV
as clouds tend the east
silently over head, perpetual-

I dreamt on forever
or for what seemed like eternity
tossing turning here and there
and in-between...

We'd speak at length of beauty and life
before and after a drink or two
and eagerly anticipate the coming,
what can come of this?

Each idea shared,
a small token of love a gift
the look in her eyes
or keyed regard,
thanks enough.
It's new fresh and exciting
and I'm made to feel cardinal, important.
But consequences ensue:
like a child's mind life is fragile,
and floating with breeze...

If ever we could
we'd lay under the stars

The crack and pop of the fire
would break the silence
while faces dancing in the flames
beg the question,
who am I?

I'd contemplate...
mourning the ashes...

watching sparks ascend gently
rise and drift
released into the night
then burn out and die...
gone...
to be
never again.
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Man_On_High [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )

Mourning And Ashes

Contributed by Man_On_High on Wednesday, 11th May 2005 @ 10:49:53 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

I stepped out the back door
and felt it in the crisp night air
as traffic rolled non-stop on 99,
I heard it.

On the hill, the Highlands,
luxury apartments veiled in a vestment of light
a staunch reminder of what was
and seen from a place
where I once kept love
nestled in the dark silence
of the basement apartment.

Creaking floor boards from above
and the low glow of late night TV
as clouds tend the east
silently over head, perpetual-

I dreamt on forever
or for what seemed like eternity
tossing turning here and there
and in-between...

We'd speak at length of beauty and life
before and after a drink or two
and eagerly anticipate the coming,
what can come of this?

Each idea shared,
a small token of love a gift
the look in her eyes
or keyed regard,
thanks enough.
It's new fresh and exciting
and I'm made to feel cardinal, important.
But consequences ensue:
like a child's mind life is fragile,
and floating with breeze...

If ever we could
we'd lay under the stars

The crack and pop of the fire
would break the silence
while faces dancing in the flames
beg the question,
who am I?

I'd contemplate...
mourning the ashes...

watching sparks ascend gently
rise and drift
released into the night
then burn out and die...
gone...
to be
never again.

Copyright © Man_On_High ... [ 2005-05-11 22:49:53]
(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: Mourning And Ashes (User Rating: 1 )
by SPSM on Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 07:56:58 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Beautiful

Re: Mourning And Ashes (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 10:25:55 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

what brought me to read this was the title. of course your piece was just as good as the title, if not better, so what more can a reader ask for? your ending was wonderful. the ending, in my mind, is the most important part of the piece. afterall things can only end once...except for the phoenix... "like a child's mind life is fragile," very nice. its nice to see substance with talent.

Re: Mourning And Ashes (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 10th March 2006 @ 08:29:00 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)

Bill,

Reading through this ... a sort of melancholy emotion draped over me. And a singular
thought gets caught in my throat unable, [or unwilling] to come to the surface....
So here we sit -- my thought and I, as I stare blankly at the monitor and try to assemble
words to express this ....

emptiness

You know that your writes conjure up in me feelings, not oft felt ... [nor wanting to be felt
for that matter] and yet, I embrace them. As if they could somehow hold this 'fragile life'
(or at least the less valued emotions), at bay.

Well, at the very least, you do make me think with your writes ... and submerge myself
wholly into an emotion that was neither known, nor present at beginning of said write.

Well done, my friend.

~Breezy

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