spilleronsheet

First meeting

They met 

on a blind date 

setup by elders 

where they only ate 

 

they met again 

on a beachside 

on a summer noon 

only to say no 

but who knows, how to say no

 

the beautiful beach had its own view 

yet they were captured, in their own hues 

the tides kept playing 

where they gaze met 

and shy adorning the eyes 

as they ate 

 

Breaking the silence 

he asked with courage 

which flowers she liked 

she answered with smile 

the one which isn’t plucked over time 

 

 

years passed 

Separated   by continents apart 

one in army 

the other in an international company 

none could say no 

cause none wanted to separate 

hooked by a thread 

the flowers keep dangling by the beachside 

the un- plucked flowers of time 

Comments8

  • Teddy.15

    Dear Spills, Awe what a beautiful yet sad love poem. 💝 Your last line so hits the note.

    • spilleronsheet

      Thanks teddy
      Glad you liked it

    • yellowrose

      Lovely words , spiller 🙂 I like the flow of this one ,.. nicely expressed

      • spilleronsheet

        Thanks a lot Rose for your kind comment

      • Paul Bell

        Some destinies are just that, waiting on time that should come, but never really making it, even when destiny dictates that it should. This truly is what real life is.

        • spilleronsheet

          That’s how ironic life is
          It maybe funny at times
          Making a clown of those living it
          However if fate didn’t dictate us
          And one could be master of destiny
          Well there are many who defied the fate they were encountered by

        • Robert Haigh

          "The un-plucked flowers of time" what a lovely expression! A lovely poem from start to finish! Sad, I suppose, yet an unending love was there throughout.

          • spilleronsheet

            Thanks dear Robert
            That’s a bitter sweet love
            Maybe it’s better to spill then to bury the words inside
            Sooner one may regret with passing time

          • katie

            Really lovely words. I enjoyed reading this, so thank you for sharing 🙂

            • spilleronsheet

              Thanks a lot dear Katie
              Glad you liked it

            • Neville


              this has more than just a ring of truth to its name & what a wonderful memory shared .. I like it .. I like it a lot ................................... Neville

              • spilleronsheet

                Well it’s not actually my memory
                But thanks dear Neville

              • Vamsi Sudha

                That was amazing Spiller !! A love poetry from you ..

                This was the real touching line
                "she answered with smile
                the one which isn’t plucked over time "
                what an endearing expression. Stunned at your creativity and your expression..
                .Keep writing and let us be submerged in your flow of expression 🙂

                • spilleronsheet

                  Yes
                  It was my first try to paint the canvas with rose
                  Budding our my roses
                  As they plunge for the first time
                  To witness the love in dark nights
                  Thanks dear Vamsi for such sweet appreciation
                  I feel rejoiced

                  • spilleronsheet

                    And your comment was poetic too
                    Well adorned for a poet to speaking in poetic lines

                  • Garth Rakumakoe

                    So their love stayed strong and stayed there, in their hearts, always... The symbolism is so exquisite! - Definitely a favorite for me.

                    • spilleronsheet

                      Indeed love got engraved in heart
                      Thank you so much dear Reader
                      Glad you liked it



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