There is a place
Where meloncholy abounds
Lost in a whisper
Soft is the sound
Of gentle heartbeat
A wish upon air
A warm caress
Upon silken hair.
Lost now in flight
Searched but not found
Heard upon an echo
Regal and crowned
Spoken from lips
Written in words
Behind a thin veil
Its soul is versed.
A love once so noble
Became shifting sand
From its very core
Loosened from hands
Upward and pleading
Lost in a dream
Lost in its sigh
Of a greater scene.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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This poem to conveys a love that has been lowered for some unspecified reason and dwindled from previous heights. Well done
thanks for read, always appreciated
You are most welcome Norman
This poem makes me reflect on how love and meaningful experiences fade over time into memories, whispers, and words. It seems to suggest that emotions once deeply felt can become distant and impossible to fully recover. That may then symbolize the loss of deeper meaning within people, societies, or generations as time passes.
well summed up my friend, thanks for read always appreciated
Most welcome, Norman 🕊️🙏
Good write N.
did it while waiting for no 7 bus lol
My friend, this reminded me of those relationships or moments that slowly dissolve not through explosion, but through distance and time…where the grief comes less from anger and more from realizing you can no longer fully grasp what once felt eternal. The softness of the language makes that ache hit even harder. Powerful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
too kind but much appreciated, thanking you
Wonderful lovelorn words Norman.
Andy
much appreciated, thanking you
Beautiful 👏👏👏
Most kind, thanking you, always much appreciated
You are most welcome 🤗
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