A Page of my Diary

Poem by: Doveheart

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This except is just a page from my diary what I feel about my life when I look back at it.

It's 2 am and too dark,

No chirp no crick,

Silence prevalent stark.

Out of the blues,

Eye opened to see the black.

The darkness shone at me,

To show all that was left back.

Some memories down the lane,

Few to forget few forgotten.

Few smiles of the feats,

Few regrets, a bagful of cotton.

Regret of what I let go,

Regret of what I could do,

Regret of what I let be,

Regret of what I chose not to.

Regret of what I did express,

Regret of what I did scorn,

Regret of every second second,

Regret that this list can go on.

Drench the cotton of regrets,

Soak it bad in trail of tear,

All it does is loads the life,

Instead I cherish the present dear.

Life's A bulk as heavy as air,

A tear as sad as a smile,

A blow as harsh as feather touch,

All on the way we welcome a while.

Submitted: May 03, 2017

Poetry thoughts life regrets peace

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Lucas Barstow

We all have lots of regrets. If I've understood it, you write about the burden of life and do a good job. Well done. Is this fiction or not? More impressive if you write all your experiences in poetic verse.

Thu, May 4th, 2017 7:26am

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No Lucas, It isn't a fiction.
I'd rather call it a confession of a conclusion reached past a retrospection and the realization that crying over the spilled milk would only add load of tears to cotton of memories. So better keep it light in the sunshine of Smile and move on.
I definitely would love sharing specific incidents forcing me to scribble when alone if that might seem interesting and inspiring.

Thu, May 4th, 2017 12:39am

hullabaloo22

2am on a dark silent night all the memories come flooding back don't they. Especially ones you'd rather not have. Beautifully written poem and very effective.

Thu, May 4th, 2017 4:51pm

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Thanks Hullabaloo.

Thu, May 4th, 2017 10:44am

Rehmat Tanzila

Excellent Doveheart! Your poem is worth reading till the end.. seems perfectly lyrical ..your emotions are in the front (evident) .. but I feel the whole poem is in quatrain but first stanza is in tercet . if you add one line in first stanza it would give aesthetic expression and will go smooth..
btw It's amazing

Fri, May 5th, 2017 6:45am

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Thanks TR's. I sure will consider trying to restrict to uniformity or a pattern. Thanks for reading.

Fri, May 5th, 2017 12:02am

Greenie#1

Great Job Doveheart! All your emotions were clear. I loved how you wrote in poetic verse, it made it even better! I can't wait to continue to see your writing.

Sun, May 7th, 2017 12:03pm

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Thanks Lauren. I am glad you cherished it. I'll try to keep putting stuff as often as I can. Your words just pumped me up!

Sun, May 7th, 2017 5:19am

alex kincaid ross

very good

Tue, May 9th, 2017 8:00am

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Thanks.

Tue, May 9th, 2017 2:23am

Spyguy

It is sometimes in our own quiet moments of silent reflection, when most we can be haunted by the accursed memories of deep-seated regret! Yet, as you so eloquently express, our regret does nothing to amend the atrocities of the past, nor does it in any way, truly guide or help enrichment of the decisions that we'll make in the future... It is therefore, wise to do exactly as your vibrant poem suggests; "Welcome a while..." & I think you'd agree, while we are at it, let's do it with a smile!

Thu, May 11th, 2017 8:41am

Sylvermyst

A beautiful poem. I understand waking up early, too early in the morning, and going what the heck. I feel like this poem expresses what we all feel regrets and memories.

Tue, May 16th, 2017 6:57am

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Thank you Sylvermyst...

Tue, May 16th, 2017 2:48am

Archia

Sometimes 2am thoughts can be the most prolific. I enjoyed reading your poem and seeing the meaning it. I felt the last line was a little confusing, I couldn't figure out what it was meant to mean. Apart from that though I realy liked the meaning in this, and I enjoyed reading your retrospections of life. It was a great poem.

Mon, May 29th, 2017 2:04am