Every second, beats a note,
Time forgotten not,
Hung like dead men on a rope,
Remembrance of another cost.
Take this step as through the void,
Each one stronger then the one before.
Bring to me the falling sky,
As a reckon and deliverance sighs.
My lasting breath has seen the cold,
Its smoky wisp to here unfold,
And prayer lasts for eternity,
As love lingers in its beauty.
To feel the words upon your tongue,
The good die young.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2026 08:55
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Such a timely poem at this time of year about time itself. Nicely worded it reveals its meaning slowly. Loved it
Thank you. 🙂
You are most welcome
Your poem seems to be an exploration of these heavy themes, aiming to evoke emotional responses and provoke thought about the nature of life, death, and the enduring power of love.
Your interpretations are going to put me in tears someday froendship.
My dear friend, RSM0812, you're a phenomenal artist, speaking straight from the heart. Your poem today is a powerful reflection of life's experiences. Your strength, confidence, and honesty shine through in your words. I thoroughly enjoy your readings, and I admire your authenticity. Although we've never met, your writing speaks volumes about your character, and I'm thrilled to make your acquaintance. Keep pursuing your dreams, remembering that each day is a lesson that teaches our loved ones valuable insights for tomorrow. Happy New Year.
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