I have not posted a poem here in a while and I just finished this one. I have not been so proud of a poem I have written in a long time, save one or two, and thought to share this one here. It's message is unmistakable: That in the end: we are all forgotten eventually.

The Forgotten Woman

Part One

There was a young lady long ago
With such fiery talent and grace
Grace Never to be forgot
She inspired the sun to glow
Just one smile from her face
Caused the orb to grow hot.

Her hair spun from the silver moon
Her eyes as blue as the fathomless sea
Beauty never to be forgot
Her voice the song of birds in June
She was all that a lady should be.
She did all that she ought.

She was small and regal and kind
She was innocence at its best
Innocence never to be forgot
Nothing wrong ever entered her mind
She took all life and struggles in jest.
Evil her soul knew not.
---

Many a man tried to woo her hand
With words and songs of praise
Praise never to be forgot
She was the purest in their land
And was desired in all ways
Mostly for in her bed a spot.

She was loved for her beauty and wit
For the hobbies she did undertake
Talents never to be forgot
Yet her ego was not inflated a bit
In their love she did not partake
Nor approve or their expectant trot.

So refused she every nobleman born
That came to her with a vow and gold
Refusals never to be forgot
And though she never did scorn
She disliked their thought she could be sold.
To her their charms could go rot.
---

For in a sacred place in her soul
She yearned for the farmer’s lad
Yearning never to be forgot
Without him she felt not whole
He made her spirit glad
And loved him quite a lot.

These feeling to her he did return
In the quiet still of the night
Words never to be forgot
They caused each other’s souls to burn
And though they knew it was not right
They wanted to tie the knot.

But they could not join in a wedded state
For their statuses were not the same
Agony never to be forgot
For he was a low born child of a fate
And she the daughter of a dame.
They must stay within their slot.

---

Part Two

But oh, how she loved the farmer’s son
She loved him sure and strong
Emotions never to be forgot
He treated her not like a prize to be won
And it did not matter that they were wrong
She would not relent- she would not.

So in secret would they meet
Be it damp or chilly weather
Determination never to be forgot
They met come hail or sleet
They vowed to be together
And once slept on the same cot.

But he would not give into the lust
She was to stay a virtuous maid
Virtue never to be forgot
They knew their honor was a must
And so with him she never laid.
The knowledge like a swat.
---

She sorrowed never knowing his bliss
That they were doomed to be apart
Sorrow never to be forgot
She wanted to feel his sweetened kiss
And the thought broke her tender heart
On her love there was this blot.

True to each other did they stay
Hoping to some day be allowed to join
Hope never to be forgot
But all of this changed in the month of May
When they would give in to their loin.
In the forest, a concealed spot.

The night started like the others
In happy and secret longing
Longing never to be forgot
And in an instant they were lovers
Showing their belonging.
Within the space of the cot.
---

He softly touched her cheek
He kissed her breathless lips
Passion never to be forgot
So full of joy neither could speak
As they held each other’s hips
And caressed each spot.

She eagerly touched his skin
Their nakedness laid bare
Nakedness never to be forgot
She did not care if this was sin
As she let him take here there
Their bodies both were taut.

And together they intensely came
Holding each other tight
Ecstasy never to be forgot
It was a joy neither could name
As they ran away and eloped that night.
Liberation they sought.
---

Part Three

The lovers ran far away
Under the midnight moon
A journey never to be forgot
They were married the next day
And in joy did she swoon.
Happiness was now her lot.

A small little village became home
Soon after they were wed
A village never to be forgot
Never again would they roam
And happy were they that they fled
A happiness we can know not

They settled into a quaint routine
He took up his father’s trade
A sight never to be forgot
She worked beside him, a sight never seen
She became his partner and his aide
As they worked their plot.
---

They loved with pure emotion
As they reaped the seeds they did sow
Love never to be forgot
There was never any commotion
As deeper in love they did grow
Their love was as good as it got

They were invited to every event
She was the talk of the town
Talk never to be forgot
For the morals she would not relent
And the way she never did frown
And how to him she always would trot.

In quiet contemplation she sat
When all was still and she alone
Thoughts never to be forgot
As she thought of her love and grew fat
And the things he did to make her moan
Which had gotten her with a tot.
---

Pregnant she was and radiant too
She felt no sorrow or unease
Joy never to be forgot
Her pure soul was working for two
As she sung hopeful melodies.
With a voice the gods did allot.

But no one can stay forever in mirth
And the baby was lost to chance
Pain never to be forgot
Though she lived through the birth
The lost her well known countenance.
On her heart there was a blot

She continued on and laughed once more
Became again a woman of grace and poise
Elegance never to be forgot
Though her soul now was beaten and sore
She never made it known with act or noise.
But daily visited her child’s plot.
---

Part Four

Her love spoke words to ease her mind
They grew closer than ever before
Closeness never to be forgot
She soon left all sadness behind
And was graceful evermore.
All negativity did she swat.

Then one day, all too soon
The sickness rode the wind’s tide
Sickness never to be forgot
And outside in the sunny noon
This lady knew not that she should hide
And she got sick though she knew not.

Her illness at first was subtle
With breathlessness that came and left
Subtleness never to be forgot
She quickly found it hard to scuttle
Eventually leaving her bereft.
And worried she might have a clot
---

But a clot was not to be the cause
As the blood came up with the cough
Blood never to be forgot
And her grace showed no ounce of flaws
As at her sickness she lightly did scoff.
Trying to make light of her slot.

Weak she grew, so very frail
As her breathing grew more shallow
Frailness never to be forgot
Steadily she became pale
Her efforts as fruitless as she was callow.
She was moving toward a permanent spot.

She became bedridden there
The illness dimming her sea blue eyes
Eyes never to be forgot
It dulled her silver moon spun hair
And her voice now sang only cries.
Her fate worse than Shalott.
---

Lighhearted she tried to be
For the man she loved and adored
Adoration never to be forgot
But her fight was one so hard to see
As the blood from out of her poured.
And covered up their cot.

Months of fighting, all in vain
She could barely breathe or speak
A fight never to be forgot
She wondered if she still was sane
Since only rest she wanted to seek.
Found only in a darkened spot.

The crystal tears from clouded eyes fell
She was quickly losing her life.
A life never to be forgot
Within her heart she wanted to yell
At no longer being a mother, lady or wife.
When laid within her plot.
---

Part 5

Her goodbyes were softly said
In the night that was so still
Goodbyes never to be forgot
Her silver hair bound as prayers were read
After months fighting, she lost her will.
Her soul then left its slot.

Her lover held her hand, sat upon the bed
As he kissed her cheek and whispered his heart
Whispers never to be forgot
Within his lad he laid her head
And gave her his blessing to part.
Within the bloodstained cot.

The crimson flows mingled with tears
She knew it was time to die.
A death never to be forgot
Within her souls she felt deep fears
As her breath left her on a sigh
Consumption had brought her to this spot.
---

To a grey stoned she was carried
Clothed within a brightened cloud
A tomb never to be forgot
And in the sepulcher she was buried
As the farmer’s son cried fierce and loud.
How long he cried, we all know not.

He spoke to the people of her love
And their hopeless romance
A romance never to be forgot
Of how she was an angel from above
That had given him a chance
And cared for him a lot.

After the funeral was done
And the people scattered near and far
A funeral never to be forgot
Stayed alone did the farmer son
And felt the loss of her star.
A wept for the fate they had got.
---

Yet soon his pain slowly diminished
He fell back in love and married anew
She soon was to be forgot
His new family his hope replenished
And his memories of her dried like the dew.
Like the blood which had dried on the cot.

He soon could not recall her voice
Her deep blue eyes or silver hair
All too soon she was forgot
He could not recall their joy of their choice
And no longer over he death did he despair
He could not remember- he could not.

Though he felt not as before
He still would visit her grave
Not utterly and completely forgot
Once upon a time he loved her sure
His first love to her he gave
Along with a body that once was taut.
---

Part 6

In the darkness she still did lay
Covered by cobwebs and grime
Now wholly forgot
Forgotten more with each night and day
And the eroding effects of time.
And in her tomb alone she did rot.

All too soon her name had faded
As well as they way she would jest
All of it forgot.
Memories died and were jaded
And she was forgotten like the rest.
Hers was soon an unvisited plot.

Forgotten were the virtuous smiles
The roundabout way of her speech
Ways that were sadly forgot!
Forgotten was her touch and wiles
And the way she doth beseech.
A voice that had often spoke a lot.
---

Yes all was forgotten soon enough
Her grace, her poise, her laugh
All of it- all forgot!
It was unremembered that she was tough
And none were more favored by half
Within the village that made up her spot.

No one remembered the taste of her tears
The loves that poured from her brow
All forgot- All forgot!
No one recalls the youth of her years
In the busy times of the here and the now
Her only mark a ruin of a burial plot.

Her manner, her airs, her grace
The child too, that was lost to chance
Forgotten as well- yes forgot!
Decomposed much like her face
And the chiming of death’s dance.
Which always hits its grime spot.
---

And just like the child and the loving wife
Memories of The farmer’s son soon faded as well.
Everyone was forgot
For time takes away each heartbeat and life
We must all one day say farewell.
And give up our loves and our slots.

Oh she was just so innocent
She was a lady through and through
A lady now forgot
Died and forgotten in black banishment
And is a tale no one ever really knew.
After the time went by a lot.

For she was but a stain no one did keep
A memory left unseen
She was destined to be forgot
A fog from the shadows of the deep
An unremembered being.
Whose only legacy is a crumbled plot.

-Midi

May 2011

Very interesting. I don't know much about poetry, but I do think you used forgot to much.

It can get quite vexing to read, but- due to the structure- the forgot is an elemental and key part of the poem. But yes, after a while it can get a bit tedious.

I did enjoy the story though, and yes the point you were trying to get across was very clear.

It's not easy telling a story within the confines of verse. Nicely done, Midi.

-- Nephele

My best poem by far is Emily Malone, which I've never posted here (on fear of criticism of my most loved poem) but I've seriously been thinking about posting it lately because its my treasure and greatest achievement, and what inspired this poem.

I think you should post it. I would love to read it.

Okay.

Posted

I love your poems midi you shold wright a book.

I have been told that before, but I am not sure that I would have the courage. If you would like however, you can send me an PM with your email, and I would be happy to send you all my poems.

That's so pretty! I recommend sending it to Dark Tales or something

Wow. I enjoyed reading that.

Thank you for sharing.