Take a journey through a writers poetry, that will leave you wanting to read more of his style of poetry.
He goes by the name KindOfHeart in a website for poets, and writers who want to share feelings, and thoughts with the world. I don't know much about his writing, but as I was searching for a poem to post about, this poem stood out to me.
I have posted poems about some serious issues that some are facing today, but like I stated earlier this one stood out, and I thought it best to start the day off with one that would keep you wanting more.
This poem was published 6th of January 2018, written by KindOfHeart.
Doomed Love — Book 1
Barely visible in the inky gloom,
The cold bodies of the young lovers lay,
Just a glimmer of pale flesh in the dark,
The watery fastness their woeful tomb.
Unmoved by the sun’s warming ray,
Never again would they rise with the lark
And in the meadows laugh and play
Like innocent children out of school,
Or lie on shady banks beside the brook
On hazy afternoons where the air was cool
Happily lost in the pages of a book,
Dreaming of days of endless bliss.
But now entwined in fatal embrace,
The water’s kiss their final breath,
They were forever united in death,
Doomed to lie far from the light of grace.
Theirs was a love that would not pass,
For this was an age, and she was from a class
Where money overruled the heart
And affection could not be freely given;
But so deep was their attachment,
That they could never bear to part
And like fabled lovers from romantic story
They chose to die by church unshriven,
Tragic victims of a love forbidden,
One in death in true lovers’ heaven.
It should have been a day of celebration
And joy at the joining of a young couple
In the blessed state of holy matrimony,
But the real truth was much more subtle,
And there was a more serious intent
To all the feasting and ceremony,
Because after months of negotiation
And heated exchanges in smoke filled rooms
Between the lawyers of the two tycoons,
This union marked the final assent,
To the merger of two great mercantile houses,
Sealed by a contract between spouses;
And the deal which was finally agreed
And signified by a solemn handwritten deed,
Was the true meaning for all the conviviality,
Besides which the wedding was mere triviality.
The groom was someone big in the City
Who was totally lacking in sentiment or pity,
And had never until then given thought,
Since all that he wanted could be bought,
To finding for himself find a suitable wife,
Who could look after the domestic side of life.
Self made and ambitious, hard-nosed and stern,
As the owner of a serious concern
Devoted solely to the making of money,
His will would not be overridden
By appeals to ideas of humanity,
And he expected his every dictate
To be obeyed without question or debate.
The pursuit of wealth was his overriding passion,
With no time to indulge in the latest fashion,
Deeming art and culture to be mere affectation,
And of no value to the life of the nation.
The young bride’s father was a textile baron
And Yorkshire landowner with a vast estate.
Highly influential, he had been made a peer
As a reward for services to the British state,
In yet another of the country’s colonial wars
At the turn of the century against the Boers.
He ruled his employees with a rod of iron,
And notorious for his petty cruelties,
Even his wife lived in perpetual fear
Of his fearsome temper and biting tongue,
Which would lash out at the slightest wrong,
If she ever neglected her household duties.
It was his great grandfather’s ambition
Which had started the family's elevation
From the ranks of the labouring masses
To its present pre-eminent position.
A common farmworkers son,
Unschooled and homespun,
He was uncommonly sharp of mind
And to his lot would not be resigned,
So seeing a way for advancement
Through wise and prudent investment,
From the farmer he borrowed a horse and cart,
And went to village weavers for their cloth
Which he then sold at the Leeds cloth mart.
Within a few months he had saved enough
To start in business on his own account,
And by offering a significant discount
The new company was soon prospering,
Rich reward for his initiative and daring.
With the prospect of war against France,
He saw that fate had given him the chance
To further expand and consolidate,
And he negotiated a government mandate
To sell scarlet cloth to the British army
For the distinctive tunics of the infantry.
The following years were ones of plenty,
For with this monopoly in their hand
And by investment in property and land
His successors rose to the ranks of gentry,
Far removed from their former estate.
But fortunes change in the longer term
And after many hours of heated debate
The directors were forced to concede
That the only way to reverse the decline
Was through merger with a rival firm,
And both parties unanimously agreed
On the need for appropriate guarantees
To confirm the seriousness of the deed
And that marriage between the families
Would be an eminently suitable sign.
The bride to be was just twenty years old
A gentle soul with a heart of pure gold,
She was by nature romantic and tender,
But also possessed a spirit most rare.
In appearance she was tall and slender,
With a complexion like peaches and cream,
The kind of which all Englishmen dream,
But her chief glory was her long flaxen hair
The rich colour of ripe corn at harvest;
Falling heavy about her waist untamed
And in heavenly beauty unashamed,
It had inspired the passion of many an artist
To capture its flaming splendour in pigment;
And many more were the young swains
Who yearned to bestow their caresses
On those richly flowing tresses,
But however ardently persistent,
None had been able to gain her affection
With only one exception,
An honest youth whose simple art
Had succeeded in capturing her heart.
In common with girls of her class, the lass,
Named Charlotte after her father’s mother —
Probably the only person he ever truly loved —
Had been entrusted to the care of a governess
For her education, a choice which proved
Ultimately fatal, for this kindly creature
Was rather indulgent, where another,
By imposing more austere control
Might have restrained her wilful nature,
And taught her ways more fitting to her role.
As an only child, and sole heiress
Charlotte was a company asset to be used
When necessary, to ensure success
In whatever venture her father proposed,
A future in which she would have no say
And where romance had no part to play.
This marriage was therefore no love match,
To be celebrated in sentimental verse,
And for a young girl the groom was no catch,
For sad to relate, in naked commerce,
Love was an unfortunate inconvenience,
And a regime unmoved by emotion,
Would not permit any lenience,
Regarding marriage as a negotiation,
And deeming any romantic notion
Of happiness, a minor consideration.
Wow very nice. I'm only very new to poetry but stumbling upon poems like this has made me inspired to write my own very first poem! Have a look here if you like. 🤗🤗
I'd really appreciate any tips on how to convey my thoughts into words. It's amazing how much emotion people can learn to share with simple letters on a screen.
I Agree. I write Poetry As Well. This Really Motivates Me To Write More.
I need to step up my creativity with some poetry!
Good post, very nice poem having good idea of love. very interesting. thanks for sharing.
This is well composed and the message has been passed, thanks for sharing.
#steemsoccer1
it's awesome . . . . This helped me out a lot thank you so much.
@joseph expression of love, feelings and life . Loved it
wow great story man ...has a strong massage in it ..
i'm from pakistan and my english is good so i translated it and read it ..
such an awsm poetry ..
will love to read more from you brother..
following you ..
Totally @joseph 😎
Oh man, where do i begin, this really took a lot of effort, and his creativity is remarkable. The storyline is not hard to follow and all in all this is a really good read. I have to say that some of the rhymes feel a bit forced but it's great to see people not giving up on rhyming and some kind of form even in this times where modern poetry is leaning more towards free verse. Also, this inspired me to learn more English words since English is not my native language. Thank you for sharing this poem @joseph , great job KindOfHeart.
Learnt some more from the attached image.. Thanks for sharing
thanks for post
nice poem, good story. Good post
As a lover and writer of prose poetry myself. I must, first of all, say, well written. This sounds a bit like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, but maybe I am wrong for indeed, there are so many stories, sorry, poems like this. War is universal, hate and finding love in that hate and division is indeed difficult. Your wonderful prose poetry speaks to that. There is so much I can say about this, but for now I will merely give it a third read instead of over- analyzing something that flows so glibly from ones pen.
Agree
This is beautifully written. The message in the story, the emotion in the words. I loved it, thank you.
Recently scarred by love I have again been writing, if you are interested please take a look here https://steemit.com/poetry/@laurabean/poems-from-pain-moving-on Thanks :)
Nice Piece man.
it was an awesome poetry. I love hearing poetry even the meaning is unpredictable.
English poetry defines many meanings which blooming every heart.
thank you.
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https://steemit.com/poem/@joebest/love-by-samuel-taylor-coleridge-1772-1834
Sometimes I get phobia of lengthy poems.
I wish i could write a lengthy piece
Amazing, love it! I just started a few days ago on Steemit, and I have by the moment one poem, If you want to read it and upvote you're very welcome! keep it up with poetry... byebye :)
Poems are more like songs, u either read or sing them, they lighten your spirit positvely, though not everyone loves poem, i love poem, and yea nice post
Wow! Love and life. What a poem. A regime unmoved by love
What an inconvenience marriage
For when love is long gone
and enterprise steals the candle with its stand
and families hold us in reins
and the heart is sold to vain
we can say that the world is gone.
My deduction from this beauty.
This poetry made my day! More works from you I am will to read...