Poem Number 23189

Tears
I am not waiting
nor am I searching
I am just contemplating
to hold in the pain

They fall for time wasted.
Years....5 exactly
like a nurtured vine that bears no fruit.
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They fall for spent energy.
Used up and tapped out
as the meter keeps spinning.
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They fall for missed oportunity.
Chances come and gone
like the last flight home.
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They fall for aging beauty.
Gray hairs and celulite
where youth and vitality once lived.
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They fall for many reasons:
Irreplaceable days, weeks, seasons.
Unfulfilled dreams, potential lost, forgotten love.
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And though these tears fall,
know this above all...
I'm not crying for you.
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Phenom*

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This poem is amazingly beautiful. Thank you. I feel a little on the edge with some of it. For instance, I think its tears. It's most certainly tears. Is "they" good here? I love the ending. Oh, my gosh. It's for the writer, Isn't it? I'm the one who can't tell Hermestri from his imitator, so it's no wonder, I might get confused. I sure love this poem though.
sg
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yes i like this concept of the larger picture,
yet not large enough to contain some egos. good
thoughts here...
~f
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I guess she gave him the skinniest years of her life. ~Cooker