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I Remember

Five Senses Poetry Contest

By Knucklez DeverauxPublished 3 years ago 2 min read

I remember the first and the last time I saw you so vividly that I could lose myself to the memory

There was a brightness in your smile, a twinkle in your eyes the first time we met

A warmth akin to sitting around the campfire underneath a blanket of glittering stars

There was a feeling of grey surrounding you the last we met, a foreshadowing to the storm we were about to weather..

Your smile was still as beautiful but I was reminded of an animal baring its fangs in warning..

Your eyes no longer twinkled, the golden amber dulled into a void like brown..

I remember the first and the last time I heard your voice, it's a double edged sword that won't fade away..

Your voice held a deep, rich baritone..

Seductive and husky, crushed velvet gliding along bare flesh..

Yet in time of distress, your voice was soothing balms to wounds unseen..

Slowly then all at once that same voice, your voice, no longer brought me peace..

Cruel words said with such condescending tones cut deeper wounds than I could’ve given myself alone..

I remember the first and the last time I felt your touch..

A simple hug, your arms wrapped so tightly around me

You held me as if you couldn’t bear the notion of letting me go..

My face against your chest I inhaled your scent..

Sandalwood, Frankincense, Myrrh with a touch of the Forest..

Nature, to me you smelled like nature in its most beautiful moment..

The last time I felt your arms around me, they no longer felt like home..

Where you once held me tenderly like a lover,

You now held me like a friend but I could feel the distance..

I remember the first and the last time I tasted your lips..

Our first kiss when we first met left me feeling dizzy with two clumsy left feet..

You stole my breath away yet breathed life into me

Stoking embers slowly dying into lively flames

But all good things must come to an end,

Our last kiss was awkward, more like friends

No sparks or passion

No more vivid colors dancing behind my eyes

No more fairytales or lullabies..

I remember…

sad poetry

About the Creator

Knucklez Deveraux

I am a Logophile, a Lover of Words. I write so that I may truly Live.

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  • Test3 years ago

    Beautiful. The descriptive language here brings you right in, and it's got such a nice rhythm. Nicely done!

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