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Withering Petals
The spirit of cupid does stir
With both moon and sun, I sit so frail
My hope has worn down to the bone
I have no story left to tell
In my mind, love has lied
My Darling where are you now?
My heart, a dark shadowed forest
Haunted by aching images of you
These blue roses that lay upon my bed
Are weeping
Just like...
My exhausted thoughts.
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Florence (Italy)
Favorite Poets
Those who have the courage to inspire, Oscar Wilde, Dante Alighieri and William Blake, are definately amongst my favourites.
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mddy
Sun, 2021-01-24 17:12
Dear Teddy,
Your imagery and words take me into your heart, I hope it heals. Beautiful poem!
-{Madeline With Love ♥}
Teddy15
Mon, 2021-01-25 01:23
Dear mddy
I'm thrilled you like my work, thank you.
Thank you...Teddy
author commentTeddy15
Mon, 2021-01-25 01:24
Double post
Double post
Thank you...Teddy
author commentLavender
Sun, 2021-01-24 18:57
Withering Petals
Hello, Teddy,
Heartbreaking throughout, but your title and your last stanza are deeply pensive and sad. Well written poem, Teddy. Warm wishes to you.
L
Teddy15
Mon, 2021-01-25 01:25
Dear Lavender
You see I'm just practicing for valentine's Day, lol I had to dig deep for this, I'm so glad you were convinced.
Thank you...Teddy
author commentGracy
Sun, 2021-01-24 20:41
Dear Teddy, your poem makes
Dear Teddy, your poem makes me want to cry, it's so heartbreaking. Such a lot of feeling comes through. As usual, you wear your heart on your sleeve...lol, not sure whether that's the correct expression. Remember I live in Argentina and hardly ever speak English to anybody, nowadays.
But I'll always be reading your poems, whilst I await my Muse.
Gracy
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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury
Teddy15
Mon, 2021-01-25 01:28
Dear gracy
So good to see you gracing my page, this is my muse of lost love, I'm just practicing for valentine's Day lol, pain and love go perfectly. Your muse will appear when you least expect it, but feel free to write me PM's anytime, just to keep your English.
Thank you...Teddy
author commentGeezer
Mon, 2021-01-25 07:22
I see...
those blue roses, with dewdrops. looking like tears, placed upon your bed by Cupid. Nice. ~ Geez.
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Teddy15
Mon, 2021-01-25 07:35
Dear Geezer
I had to go the extra mile to make everyone so sad! lol. Thank you!
Thank you...Teddy
author commentchima ononogbu
Mon, 2021-01-25 14:13
Beautiful piece, Teddy.
I think any living soul can relate to this message clear as spring water. It's what life is.
Bathe yourself with poetry and let the world go to pieces.
Teddy15
Mon, 2021-01-25 14:56
Dear Chima
Thank you for these lovely words, I'm so happy when my writing brings emotions.
Thank you...Teddy
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