Orb Of Night

Orb Of Night prose poem

Photo by mugley

The Orb of night shines its light of love only on you-
I cannot love another-
Fate has decided that this is the truth-
My heart is determined to love you only-
My soul is connected to you alone-
To seek someone else is a futile endeavor-
A waste of time-
I will love you forever-
I long for your kisses-
They elude me it’s true-
I long to caress you-
Yet this is a dream-
More like a nightmare-
Often it seems-
Your good morning dear I never will hear-
Your goodnight my love will not touch my ears-
The sun is blocked by my cloud of despair-
Like Sisyphus pushing a rock up a hill-
I always will long yet never fulfill-
At best you love me just as a friend-
You find it amusing that I long for your touch-
That I find you attractive-
That I love you so much-
You find it funny that I die at your sight-
I die just a little-
Yes it is true-
I die for wanting yet not having you-
Your spirit, your beauty will haunt me forever-
You are the only-
There can be no othe

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Richard Cook

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
Look for "The case of the Sticky Rubies" in bookstores soon.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Kindled Night

Kindled Night short poem

Put off the lantern. I am waiting for the moon’s primal face. The lesser flamingoes were going to shed the pink color. Nude as a python, the kiss of pomegranates, kills by asphyxiation. I suffer in the hands of protests.

Night Raid

Night Raid short poem

It was night sin of domesticity. Dyed, I am loading the white secret of pain in the hollow of a mayhem. Till every blunder takes a downward flight striping the outsized image of a kill. His flames are now singeing

Zorb The Superb Orb

Zorb The Superb Orb long poem

Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come

The Dark Night Rises

The Dark Night Rises short poem

As the dark night was rising The waves were also raising high and high as if telling me, they won’t let me take a sigh They raised and raised as if they were in a great haste and were treating

A Snowy Night

A Snowy Night short poem

I could see a light so bright Through the glass door that night It was a sight of pure delight As everything covered in white I felt the ice soft and light As I walked to the right On a