To Ophelia
Ophelia, bright as sunlight? Nay, the moon
Is lighter than my dear. Returning gifts
To hands you loved once. I gave the boons
With love. With love accepted. Then change swift
Your mind. On knees my love did beg with zeal
For yearn you once did feel. My pillow cold
And wet with sorrow’s rain. My heart still feels
Rejection. Harsh is slap, harsh is life. Bold
Your love was once. Bold my love is. Goodbye
You bid, so sweet, as eyes do beg to stay.
I watch you sit, a needle pulling sighs
From lips I love to kiss. Your lips betray
my heart. I must arise love’s goblet
and whisper “Love forever, your Hamlet”
Love the Dove
My heart, the bird, is flying high and free.
You will not capture, will not chain, my heart.
You think I’m simple, that I can not see
My needs beyond my wants. Please, tell impart
Your wit, your grasp of needs in life, my life.
Your love, your love, you say I need your love.
I need my freedom more. Your love is strife
Not cheer, or comfort. Think about a dove;
My heart is flying free. You must let go
Of love. You say you love me. Give me space
My space, your trust, not cage freedom, dove or doe
Tis nature’s cravings that I feel. I’m not for satin lace
Or human costumes. Give me windy days
And nights chilling, give me nature’s blaze.
Ophelia, bright as sunlight? Nay, the moon
Is lighter than my dear. Returning gifts
To hands you loved once. I gave the boons
With love. With love accepted. Then change swift
Your mind. On knees my love did beg with zeal
For yearn you once did feel. My pillow cold
And wet with sorrow’s rain. My heart still feels
Rejection. Harsh is slap, harsh is life. Bold
Your love was once. Bold my love is. Goodbye
You bid, so sweet, as eyes do beg to stay.
I watch you sit, a needle pulling sighs
From lips I love to kiss. Your lips betray
my heart. I must arise love’s goblet
and whisper “Love forever, your Hamlet”
Love the Dove
My heart, the bird, is flying high and free.
You will not capture, will not chain, my heart.
You think I’m simple, that I can not see
My needs beyond my wants. Please, tell impart
Your wit, your grasp of needs in life, my life.
Your love, your love, you say I need your love.
I need my freedom more. Your love is strife
Not cheer, or comfort. Think about a dove;
My heart is flying free. You must let go
Of love. You say you love me. Give me space
My space, your trust, not cage freedom, dove or doe
Tis nature’s cravings that I feel. I’m not for satin lace
Or human costumes. Give me windy days
And nights chilling, give me nature’s blaze.
Well those are the two I liked. I really enjoyed the first one I posted. oddly enough both of these are not from my POV. The first one is obviously to Ophelia from Hamlet, from Shakespeare's play Hamlet. I don't think you need to know the play to get the emtion though, I don't know why but it struck me very close. The second one is from the POV of my own character Layla, she is a freespirt who would rather be alone and free then inlove and deal with the complications of ties to another person. Though if you don't get that by the poem it's not as good as I thought it was. I hope you enjoyed my work.
