Begin Again

Begin Again

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Tony DeLorger © 2016

For love’s despair is wounds so deep,
scars of future’s heart to reap,
and all that lured a heart to open wide,
is singed by flames, the death of love
no compromise.

And in definitive pain, a soul forlorn,
can but lose itself in memories sweet,
of superlative moments in blissful high,
before the curse of love denied.

Oh how missed those afferent moments,
those soft inviting lips and whispers warm,
when world so distant and flesh restored
in the wake of love’s surrender.

And now that emptiness haunts my sleep,
when all has lost its purpose, its meaning,
and the heart all cold and lost its dream,
for life alone is all life seems.

How I long for closure,
for memories to fall to slumbers drift,
and pretend that love and pain had never been,
to seal those wounds and somehow,
begin again.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

4 thoughts on “Begin Again

  • May 23, 2016 at 2:18 AM
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    Beautiful poem Tony, you do love very well although you deny it. But who of us doesn’t know more than our share of heartache? Always love the flow of your poetry.

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  • May 23, 2016 at 2:29 AM
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    Thanks Jackie, glad you enjoyed it, and from one romantic to another, love on.

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  • May 23, 2016 at 1:55 PM
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    Aw so true, but to begin again? The tenderness moments it seems to me has been when love has surrounded me fully. Sweet memories I hold it ever close as I lapse into my world of dreams forevermore wrapped in its moments of bliss. Beautifully expressed Tony. Romantics we poets are.

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  • May 24, 2016 at 2:08 AM
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    Cannot disagree my friend, forever the romantic. We hold onto those precious moments and they linger in our pens, always willing to embark on a journey of expression. No matter how parted we are now from those moments, there is always hope for this world in love. Cheers!

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