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Tag Archives: Sad story

Bronzed, Burnt and Broken

29 Monday Nov 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 54 Comments

Tags

Chalice, Haggard, Loneliness, Loser, Lost glory, Magpie Tales, Old, Sad story, Seclusion, Trophy, Victory, Winner

Image Credits - Willow Manor @ Magpie Tales

He strode
Sassy and smart
But rode
Aloof and apart

He ascended
Golden and great
Later descended
Insignificant and irate

He drank
Hearty and hale
Then sank
Pathetic and pale

He remains
Frigid and forgotten
With pains
Rancid and rotten

Like the dying chalice
In the nook of the room
With its look of malice
Shrouded in hate and gloom


**Posted for Willow’s Magpie Tales – Week 42, and for Leo’s Z to A Challenge – letter B… Please make sure to check these out… You are guaranteed to have a great time reading!! **

Ms. Molly and he…

09 Monday Aug 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 82 Comments

Tags

A tragedy, Couple, Fiction, Magpie Tales, Ms. Molly, Sad story, Watering Can

He has the finest friend, a lovely Ms. Molly
She’s as old as he, always coughing and bending
But caring for her garden, her family they are
Her love for him and them has been never-ending

Each day she would quench his thirst with water
Carried him sweetly like he were her only child
Then together they went to greet the pretty greens
Wind whistling to this couple, and birds cooing wild

Plants welcomed them, with their spirited dance
Rewarded Ms. Molly with a sweet tomato and peach
The tallest of trees bowed graciously to say hi
Weeds tickled them proud, so deep was their reach

But today he sat there, in wait of Ms. Molly
A feeling in him, that the wait was in vain
Cuz he’d heard a thud inside, and then a whimper
And he knew that Ms. Molly was no more in pain

The breeze is not blowing, the birds are quiet
While he broods over the times he’d spent with her
What’s he to do, how’s he to go on
And as he ponders over, the greens weep and wither

**This is my contribution towards this week’s Magpie Tales hosted by Willow. The credit for this lovely image here goes to Willow ofcourse…. Please do check out the amazing works by the other writers/poets as well ***

LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

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