Midsummers Day

A poem about solitude and loneliness.

Soft smooth sand sifting through my toes

The solitude I feel, nobody knows

A thin wavery light, a ray

The only remains of a midsummers day.

 

Loneliness, never felt before

Comes gushing out in a heavy pour

Never before have I felt this way

The only remains of a midsummers day.

 

An absence I feel, is heavy in the air

Heartbreaking, as it is to share

Across the sun-drenched beach I lay

The only remains of a midsummers day.

 

The day comes to an end, like all days do

Never knowing if today was true

Forgotten words never meant to say

The only remains of a midsummers day.

Author's Note

I'd appreciate your view on this poem. A LOT. I wrote this during my history class, just out of boredom. :P

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

That's understandable how you wrote it while you're bored. I mean, we do think deep in thoughts and imaginations whenever we get bored as hell, just to entertain ourselves...

And you have proven yourselves (and the readers) that you do have an imagination of writer. So, it's really good tho...

[AJ Rosterbom]

It's a great poem and I think you really captured the moment and feelings.

I like this. I thought it flowed well and I could feel the lonliness. Great poem!