Home > Creative Writing > Poetry
Created on: April 22, 2009 Last Updated: April 29, 2009
The night she died was quiet in weather,
as her soul drifted upward as light as a feather.
Gone were the burdens that so weithted her down.
Her soul lifted lightly when she hit the ground.
What thoughts brought her at this ungodly hour,
as the rain fell around her in a whispery shower.
Goodbye, I'm sorry, I'm tired, I tried.
It was all the note said the night that she died.
Learn more about this author, Dawn Lovell.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
Poetry: Contemplation
I look in the mirror to see a reflection
of a woman who is trying to be stronger
than who she has to be.
She’s
by Jon Coe
Standing in the shadow of a smile
looking further, for a while
You may wish, or not, to set me be
or just choose, or not, to
by Sarah Terzo
A Moment's Contemplation
As I sit here
lost, cocooned in shadows,
facing the darkness
that seems to seep from every corner,
Hope,
I am not your emotional stuffed animal.
Stop crying on my shoulder and look in my eyes. I am looking for the truth and I
I take this thought into contemplation,
that our days has been a dream,
and in the vision we were one,
and none could come
View All Articles on: Poetry: Contemplation
Featured Partner
Private Sector Solutions Network
Private Sector Solutions Network is a group of leaders working together to improve the world by developing and implementing private sector solutions to augment, preempt or replace government services. Members utilize the secure soci...more