Unfinished Sonnet
I wanted to tell you just how I was feeling,
about the way things went.
I wanted to write about love and life,
and how our nights were spent.
I wanted to say all the things I found,
inside this heart of mine.
I wanted to write down everything,
but I just ran out of time.
To you I write this unfinished sonnet,
I hope that you don't mind.
That I never got around to finishing it,
but I hope that you will find
When you read it all and come to the end,
and see nothing left but air,
I hope that you'll be able to read,
All the words that just aren't there.
Learn more about this author, David Tertipes.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.
Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:
by Knick Knack
Idiosyncrasy
Fingert ips mark distinction
And still we share the night
Holding hands with hope
To set the world alight
The Sun
by Gabe
He made himself so withdrawn.
Huddled away, hiding in the comfort
of never knowing how to truly love someone.
I know he's
by Moeze Lalji
The unsaid word
Comes in what
You see
Pleases the eye
The grace of a man
Is to stand
His position
In the peaceful duty
Placed on
Unfinished Sonnet
I wanted to tell you just how I was feeling,
about the way things went.
I wanted to write about love and
The Word
Why is it used so openly?
Carelessly it often breaks hearts,
and brings about sadness
to all who believe in its worth.
Is
View All Articles on:
Poetry: The unsaid word
Add your voice
Know something about Poetry: The unsaid word?
We want to hear your view.
Write now!
Featured Partner
The Project on Government Oversight (POGO)
The Project On Government Oversight (POGO) is an independent nonprofit that investigates and exposes corruption and o...more
hide