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a great regret

There's a yearning Darling
my eyes reflect blue flames
burning with the fires of regret,
thoughts fly to foreign soil
watching steps fall upon it
divorced from my land,
they once mirrored mine

Like Alice in Wonderland
slipping into another realm
the first discovery, felt joy
but a great expectation was
disillusioned in desires hands
introduced to disappointment
I greeted it again, with despair

Striking hours remind me
of the miniscule time shared
through secrets bared in truth
was forged a bond, my childish belief
shared a bed promising destiny

As soft snores rippled the morn
I watched slumber overtake you
never believing you were real
I touched your sleeping form,
I'd discovered you in the light of words
suddenly beside me, I was entranced
always knowing another carried your all
love and compassion being your gift and curse

As night lowered her crystal black veils
meals were shared, feeding my soul
gifts of courage were free of strings
Esperanza is now with all my forevers

I missed you as soon as you transported
into the dreams I'd found you,
collapsing on plastic arms I weeped
I poured tears into a vile of hope
praying alchemy tasted the stars
that I'd one day I'd behold you again
and that I could keep my every vow
I made in sublime prayers

Promises my body couldn't complete
changed the script, unwriting dreams
every whisper is what could have been
knowing in this now it will never be

I now know with the touch of all my regrets
yours and mine eternally haunting my dreams
with 'what could have beens' waking me
as beads of sweat pass down my mind

I Murmur in sleep, whispers beg to a stranger,
even alone in death I beg to refuse escape !
My freedom cost whatever we were ...

and at the end, I will continue to weep
in the next life I'll find you again ...

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A piece that tugs the emotion from the soul, there in the light walks another so missed but if you look you will see that they are but a thought away.
This is reminds me of Anne's child Charlie, he never touched the Earth plain as it was to be, yet there he is, grown big and strong and now as an eight year old that walks with Sadie, yet he has been there for over forty years, this says as we know so shall they be until we meet them as we will.
I always talk about my cave and that some have to come visit to have a drink with me, my footprints on the lawn, no bless you I am not mad, you will understand a little more if you run that Vacaroo message, at least you will put a voice to me so far away.
You just know that we are all with you each day as we search for truths here and there.
Yours as always, "D" and the Children xxxx

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

I wrote this in part over three months it didn't come easy I think because there's that element of truth in it ... actually more than element ... thanks always for your read and your comment its always nice to know someone's been here... I'm just about to go listen to Vocaroo recordings i will message you afterwards with my thoughts

My love always Dada Jayne xox

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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I watch the words that you plant
grow into poems of such images
which spins a web of emotions
into silver threads of thoughts,
the tale of a heart's passion.

What more can I say
that have already been said?
You know how I felt
when I read your masterpiece.
Its the freshness of a morning due,
the caress of a gentle wind,
the lullaby for the seeking soul,
the first ray of sunlight greeting me,
the dancing colours of rainbow,
its the essence of your passion
and so much more

In truth, you never fail to touch me
and this greedy heart keeps asking
for more and more
because you make me feel alive
but Jayne, I also know your story,
how you struggle to fly
in the storm of pain in this life.
For that I salute you, my heroine
and I admire you endlessly

Take care, dear friend.
A day without your words
is worse than the desert's waiting
for the coming rain

With big hugs and sincere love
your fan,
Alid

I am writing a lot of very personal poetry at the moment things I've always meant to write but somehow some other work took precedence this a truth of my existence for many people so I thought maybe some of them could connect to it in some small way ... so very happy you liked it my friend I'm always happy to see you on my page and I also appreciate the lovely comments/poems that you always seem find the time to write ... thank you my friend

Love Jayne x

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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how can I not reply iin such a manner. You're my inspiration. At the time when I read your poem. I don't know what to write but your poems always give me an idea. It is the least I can do to show my gratitude. (sigh) I wished I could write about my personal experience like you but they always become prose or there'll be something wrong with the meter. Compared to you, I'm still struggling to find my voice. Not surprised, though. I wrote in my native tongue more than in English.

Alid

You have made your thoughts truly walk on the words bared from the soul and scripted what seems to me a real time experience ensconced in the cockles of your beautiful heart to the beats of which your emotions have danced in these verses....I could sense all this and more if I read this very sensitive poem right..

lots of love and warm hugs reach out to you...

raj (sublime_ocean)

Im sending my thoughts out into the world knowing one day they too shall fade into the black nothingness of what happens when all this ends ... I pray my message reaches the one mind it is reaching out to touch, always knowing he never will sad but true

Much love and big warm hugs Jayne x

P.s. just thinking how long have we known one another its been a while now, years, we are getting older by the second he he

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

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so I was right about this poem being inspired by real time experience. I hope your wishes come true and these words from the inner depths of our heart reach out to the intended person.

Be well, stay courageous and strong...

Much love and warm hugs reach out to you..

PS: Dont remember how long it has been since knowing one another but it is truly a blessing to be aquainted with the wonderful YOU...

raj (sublime_ocean)

Another enjoyable, albeit melancholy, write from your magical pen! Your thoughts always seem to flow effortlessly across the page, conveying whatever message you are putting forth with intensity and verbal power! Keep on keepin' on Lady Jayne!

Neopoets are going epicurial
Ian Stan and now you too
that makes me fret
but then there is a slight more regret
you read me once
then throughout the year you forget!

Jayne to read me often
what will I need to bet?

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