To the lost
childhood of times
dangling under the blue sky
streets filled with chaos
yet calmness resides inside
to the lost
weary unkind
often questioning the mind
how can kids run unrestrained
what happiness surrounds them inside
to the lost
childhood
holding adult outside
we lost the most precious of time
often to the running time
grow up and progress
behave yourselves
those were the words heard outside
to the lost
innocence holding inside
how to enjoy the worldly pleasures
the mind seems chaotic inside
wondering about uncertainties in life
to the lost
happiness without reason
why it chose the reasonable wisdom
to be only saddened with grief
what seems good in growing up
what seems empowered to hold papers
papers in green
stuffed in pocket inside
alas it can’t buy the lost time
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Author:
spilleronsheet (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In the chaos In the grief We forgot how we were once upon a time Hope at times One can stop And look back at happy times
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
I really like your word choice
Thank you so much
It’s a first piece
I was still confused over my emotions
So they went like waves
Without a definite core
But I will surely refine it
I liked your emotions in the poetry
They were so pure
And so touching
It's not a problem, I couldn't even tell that it was a first
although it still has more potential for refinement, this is a wonderful read..
and its timeless message is one that offers both insight, and a subtle suggestion to a hopeful path,
(Time, in all we've lost
where we may, reclaim
that, which they stole
in the guise of care..)
love these lines:
'those, were the words
heard outside
to the lost
innocence, holding inside
how to enjoy,
the worldly pleasures?
the mind
seems chaotic inside
wondering about uncertainties in life
to the lost
happiness, without reason
why it chose the reasonable wisdom, to be only saddened
with grief
what seems good in growing up
what seems empowered
to hold papers, papers in green
stuffed in pocket inside
alas, it can’t buy
the lost time'
(thanks for sharing
you have wonderful style and a strong poetic voice,
I look forward to reading more of your work)
Thank you so much dear poet, you indeed is the best critic
Kindly keep guiding me in future too…it was my first poetry…thank you so much for seeing potential in me…indeed time lost can’t be reclaimed again
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