Falling Bricks

4 Comments

Tags:
  • Passion

    Falling Bricks

    Spoken words my soul have seek; quietly took your touch my heart behaved so meek.
    Sudden moments I always have treasured. Search me my love, for you are strongly measured.

    You caught my eye from your sweetest smile; as I was counting your steps coming towards me...
    I knew that from then on things between us would be worthwhile
    for the sparkling golden dusts were meant for you and me.

    Consider me loud, bold, and quick; yes...somehow proud, old, and freak
    For life have treated me more in suppression; rather than allowing me freely of my heart and soul's expression.

    Crippled of such past hurts, left with unsolved aches and pains where no mercy was granted
    That is why I always care less and just hold onto what I only wanted.

    Little did I know you would come into my life and made me feel so needed...
    Yet, I knew deep within what we have in this age will never be granted.

    Now, I am in a melancholy wondering where you might be...
    While slowly closing my door as I bring you in me.

    I shall meet you once more in the crossroads of our lives
    I shall kiss and hold you in my arms so tight not to let us go...
    and I shall be yours and you be mine;
    For I am letting this moment do its tricks
    So we shall see each other again after this falling bricks.

    Poem Comments

    (4)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    DeepEclipse commented on Falling Bricks

    01-13-2010

    [For life have treated me more in suppression; rather than allowing me freely of my heart and soul's expression.] - This speaks miles of truth. And it seems to be the driving point that forces one to, as you say [always care less and just hold onto what I only wanted.] You have a freeness with your words that blend your poetry beautifully. Elegant, but honest. Falling Bricks.........perhaps a rebuild? Or a teardown. I like how you weaved your words. Enjoyed the journey.

    Drivingczar commented on Falling Bricks

    04-18-2009

    Very nice verses! Good write!

    organicchick commented on Falling Bricks

    03-31-2009

    I like how you wrote this...full of emotion!

    mykhail commented on Falling Bricks

    01-30-2009

    Not much on romance and love but I truly loved this poem, it was beautiful!

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    Brickwood45’s Poems (2)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    The Morning Behind 5
    Falling Bricks 4