Parsley's Poem of the Day

HELLO! Welcome to my not-so-brand-new poetry collection! I will publish a new poem on here every day (all being well) for your enjoyment! If you want me to feature one of your poems don't hesitate to ask, otherwise they will all originate from the darkest depths of my mind.
Thanks to @SnowyWriter. for the idea!
If there's a poem you particularly like or dislike, let me know so I know what type of poem you prefer.
Enjoy! All poems ©Parsavagely 2014 - 2017 (excluding 'featured' poems)


228. 1/8/15 (#222)


By the waters of a river form'd,
Many hundreds of years ago,
I heard and felt the broken tears,
Behind her ebb and flow.

In the shade of an oak tree grown,
Over centuries gone by,
I saw and held the hand of she,
Who had once made me cry.

In the bustling of a station built,
Of iron in Victorian times,
I dreamt of her once again,
Though she's no longer mine.

And in the darkness of a hotel room
Furnished only this year,
I lost sense over missing her,
And knew the end was here.

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