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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
4 Answers
- ?Lv 68 years agoFavorite 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 45 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 it's respectfully done. I have to imagine your friend will find it so.