Just For You Poetry

Oh pointless night, oh slapdash sky,
how wistfully you pass me by!
Streaming hope in starry nets,
but not for me with all my debts

to pay.
My heart of lead leaps not that way.

Oh perfect moon, half-held above,
whose crescent boon my bane in love,
and so my voice, now cracked, aflame
with dying passion, 'tis all the same

to me.
With your demise, there is no glee.

But I reminisce, within these hours,
those endless nights of wine and flowers,
our tangled limbs, so slick with sweat
from impassioned exertions, I'll not forget

your face.
Your death undid all of my grace.

Oh, my Love, I do naught but stare
through hollowed eyes dipped in despair,
and seeking answers in the air,
whose questions cause my pain to flare,

again.
Oh, hapless night! What could have been?

Your poem is very beautiful. I like the style in which you wrote it. It's unique.

This vivid lament brought me near tears as love's voice mourns again and again the loss of a love. Your pen dear Richard captures intensely the truth of grief's desolation. A well-chosen form brings all the more ache to the sad feel of this meaningful verse my friend. First class writing indeed.

A poignant write, very expressive

Oh so beautifully sad Richard, you have this wonderful gift of drawing on the emotions of your readers and bringing forth tears..

A beautifully and very sad piece, Richard. The form is just perfect for this poem.

You always put your heart, soul and spirit into your writing Richard, and I feel your anguish and loss too! This is very well crafted with outstanding rhythm and rhyme, and a pleasure to read even though it is very very mournful Richard.

I love your poetry, and this piece is a real delight. Timeless,
with an olden feel . Wonderful stuff.

Eloquent and heart broken ..a sad and intense poem Richard. Beautiful my friend,