Sands Of Time
by
Chelsea Armstrong
(Age: 23)
copyright 04-20-2006
Age Rating: 13 to 127
Though the Sands of Time have stolen you from my sight
They have not stolen you far from my soul
I once had thought you permenently gone
Though I have come to believe what the others say is far from the truth
You are close
I can feel it
I will find you
Even if it takes me to my last dieing breath I shall find you
Here or beyond the grave
My heart still sings the song it always has just for you
I have pleaded with the stars
Begged of the Mother to show me the truth
I will shed my last drop of blood to find you
I will sink to the bottom of the deepest seas if I must
I will pass through the gates of Hell once more to find you
So help me Gods
I will find what is Lost
And bring it home to where it belongs
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I hear the voice of loss and bravery. Very powerful words and phrases. An excellent written poem of one who picks herself up from the bottom, and moves on with tenacity. One who never gives up.
This is a very powerful work in that the descriptions used to help tell this character's tale. From how this tale was written it has made me feel as though a once very promising love was dissolved and now someone is regretting this loss. Good work. I am very much impressed.
Chelsea, your poem speaks to the heart of those who have lost something intangible such as faith, hope or the physical and emotional presence of someone they truly love. Seeking to find what was lost is always noble. Good write.
Nancy
Good.
For such a kind kind inspiration thank you and thanks to the stuff of Community,
Sure, you want believe or not believe – you are going to eternity;
You are always master, but you can become grossmaster of the word,
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Ah a sweet story about lost love (I think it was lost lov) I like how you used the thought of someone being gone but always being with us. The words you chose are awsome. Keep up the good writing. Tabby.
Emotional write, but I failed to graps if you were speaking of a lover long gone or a lost loved one. Whichever, I hope you find them.
God bless,
Mrs. Tigran Israelyan