- Erotic Poetry
- The End
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The End was bitter.
No matter how hard I tried to make it not be,
The End was bitter.
It struck me most
When I tried to talk with you like we used to,
But I couldn't.
The words fell uselessly
Like raindrops on our shoes.
I tried.
Like Vietnam, I tried.
Like Joe Frasier, I tried.
I tried to glue, to mend, to sew,
To hopscotch through the minefields,
To nurse the embers.
To bring back whatever was.
In the Beginning
We went for a shopping spree on Michigan Avenue
For Aztec chocolate and Turkish tobacco,
Cognac in crystal, a diamond Rolex,
With nickels in our pockets.
- COMMENTS
dominateme1about 16 years agoI enjoyed the poem but it was so sad. Who doesn't remember a love that's gone? It evokes sad memories, which was the purpose so . . .well done!
Unbridled_Passionabout 16 years agoI enjoyed this poem, but IMO I think you should have ended with...
'but, the end was bitter'...
just my opinion
UnderYourSpellabout 16 years agoOne to read over and over I particularly liked 'To hopscotch through the minefields'.
WickedEveabout 16 years agoYour poem has been mentioned on literotica's poetry forum in the new poems review thread. Thanks for sharing your poem. It's very good!
