Age ripens on shriveled vines of hope
In the draught of despair only weeds grow
Desire's bent plough skips across steal ground of time
That clouded eye's regretful tears do little to soften
Dry dreams no longer sprout
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
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- Published: June 8th, 2025 05:14
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Time's harsh soil chokes even the strongest seeds of hope—yet still, we till the dust, aching for one more bloom.
Thank you Mottakeenur for the read and interpretation of this piece your understanding words are most appreciated
Your poem seems to be evoking reflection on the human condition, particularly the inevitability of aging and the loss of aspirations, prompting readers to confront their feelings about time and hope.
Overall, the poem encapsulates the bittersweet nature of life, capturing both the sorrow of lost dreams and the weight of time’s passage.
Thank you Friendship for your read of this short piece and your interpretation. Your understanding support is most appreciated
The years take their toll, little by little. When we look at pictures of ourselves going back a long time, we refuse to believe that we have changed so much. Yet, age wreaks its havoc little by little. Not only physical features, but mentally too we age.
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Thank you Soman For this review and your understanding words of interpretation they are most appreciated
How age takes its toll not just in appearance or physically, but on our remaining hope and dreams as time repidly runs out, enjoyed the read
Thanks so much Tobani I deeply appreciate your review and understanding of this short poem
You are very welcome
I like how you compared nature to life. We are a reflection of nature and have to cohere to its laws. Great write.
Thanks RSM for the read and kind words of support and encouragement they are deeply appreciated
Powerful work.
Thanks so much Thomas your comments are always most appreciated
Oh, beautiful! As always, it captivates me and takes me to beautiful landscapes and an elemental metaphor. Thanks for sharing. Cheers.
I most humbly thank you for your most generous words of support and encouragement.
Good write SB.
Thanks so much Orchi means a lot.
Good write sorenbarrett.
Thank you so much for the read and comment
Time is there for us all and will never stop but I always look for the good in life soren, it is there for us but many do not recognise it.
Andy
Thank you Andy and you are so right there is good in everything, in aging, in death and even in pain it is there. Thanks so much for the review and most kind words
Fine words, Soren. Nicely done.
Thank you Tom for your review and most kind words of encouragement they are most appreciated
At 71, I am not sure I like this! (-:
Got ya beat at 74. Thanks for the read and the response it is most appreciated
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