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Poem about dead husband?

First of all, this is a repost, I only got one answer to my first posting so Im trying one more time...

It's not my husband, a co worker of mine lost her husband and she really loves poetry so I thought it might be nice to give her a poem of mine but I want to know what you guys think before I decide whether or not to give it to her.

I know this is a little conceited, but please give it a star if you like it, in this section I'd be lucky to get 2 comments and I really want to know what you think about this.

The Autumn Leaf

Day by day the autumn leaves turn

The driest brown before the fall

And one by one the autumn leaves learn

That none escape the winter's call

For many fall alone and bare

For fate has made the cruelest crime

Forced to wait until they tear

Forced to wait the sands of time

But leaves are not for solemn brown

But golden yellow and ruby red

And heavy is this nature's crown

But carried high upon one's head

And to the winds the leaves will blow

Scattering forth the ash of life

And flowers, trees, and plants will know

Two leaves lay hands as man and wife

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  • ?
    Lv 6
    8 years ago
    Favorite Answer

    Much better than all the emo poems we have here. Do give it to her.

    This poem, in turn, reminded me of "Spring and Fall" by GM Hopkins:

    (to a young child)

    Margaret, are you grieving

    Over Goldengrove unleaving?

    Leaves, like the things of man, you

    With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?

    Ah! as the heart grows older

    It will come to such sights colder

    By and by, nor spare a sigh

    Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;

    And yet you will weep and know why.

    Now no matter, child, the name:

    Sorrow’s springs are the same.

    Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed

    What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

    It is the blight man was born for,

    It is Margaret you mourn for.

  • ?
    Lv 4
    5 years ago

    this is a robust study and/or actual fact. despite the fact that i'm a realist, have confidence greater in upbeat aspects of life and there is in no way too lots humor -- hence would not complate your offering very long in any respect. -- no offense meant.

  • 8 years ago

    I think your poem is good very poetic your all heart .

  • 8 years ago

    I think it's respectfully done. I have to imagine your friend will find it so.

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