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Poetry by Robert Stone: Broken Promises

Broken Promises is an imitation of "Death to Love: by Rebecca Susan Odell. Both poems follow. First the new poem Broken Promises followed by the poem which inspired its writing, Death to Love:

Broken Promises
by Robert Stone, an imitation of "Death to Love" by Rebecca Susan Odell
My Heart, why must you die so slowly
while watching each sad passing day.
True Love, where have you hidden from me
while fading quietly away.

Unhurried Death, do come more quickly
and end the horror and the pain.
And Life, do be more kind and gentle
if choice is only to remain.

Drear Bounds, you grasp my fate and hold me
on earth where I have found no love.
Strong Chains, you tightly bind me helpless
on plains where I seek help above.

Dark Night, yes you are now my enemy
for you have left me to sad thoughts.
Lost Battles, never more remind me
that you should never have been fought.

Come Death and end both love and folly
and all that makes us silly fools.
Depart false Love and games of cunning
that follow tangled unknown rules

Sweet Dreams, you comfort me with promises
of someday finding heart's desire.
Relentless Time, you prove it otherwise
so I if wise well might retire.

- Robert Stone, 19 November 2010
My poem is based upon one I found on Facebook and has a great many of the same words but from a different point of view. With the poet's permission here is the poem that inspired me. -Robert Stone

Death to Love
by Rebecca Susan Odell. ; reprinted with permission
The heart dies a slow death
with each passing day;
Never finding true love,
it quietly fades away.

Why does death not come quickly,
easing the horrific pain?
Life is not that kind, my dear;
You've no choice but to remain!

Earthbound is the fate for you,
never to know love;
Chains that bind you helpless,
seeking help from above.

Night is now the enemy,
having left you to your thoughts.
Reminding you of battles
that should never have been fought.

So death to love and such other folly;
They only make us fools.
Love is cunning, plays its games,
never telling us its rules.

Tis nice to dream that someday
you'll find your heart's desire;
but time has proven otherwise, poor child,
so you may as well retire!

- Rebecca Susan Odell, April 23, 2009
The next earlier Robert Stone Poetry. No Unshooting a sonnet for the misunderstood

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