She didn't want to die when the Skies were Blue;
And the Spring so promised of Wonders true.
When Tulips arise from their Winter Beds;
And Snowdrops bloom by Roses Red.
The Southern breeze, it's hint of days
Of lazy walks by Woodland ways,
By Songbirds singing with Hearts aglow;
The joy of days their Songs bestow.
She didn't want to leave the Spreading Trees,
The Murmur and dance of flitting bees.
And Cartwheeling Children that tumble down,
To ring the dales with Cheerful sounds
Near burning Hills from Melting Sun,
Then Homeward bound their frolics done.
She didn't want to die when the Clouds were Gold,
Her time grew short, A Childhood told
Of heady fragrant scented air;
When Hera breathed her presence there.
The Patchwork land of Wandering Plains,
And Sheltered Groves from Summer Rains.
For She didn't want to die when the Skies were Blue-
But She Wilted and Waned the Winter through.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An Old Poem I tripped over and thought: Might as well give it a Spin.
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
Wow, Kevin…this is tender and heartbreaking. The beauty of the natural world keeps unfolding while her own life is drawing down, and that tension makes the whole piece ache. Really moving work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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Loved this, heartbreaking as well as lovely
Thank you. Happy you liked it.
Nicely written a poem of wanting to live. Well imaged and nicely said Kevin
Thank you.
Couldn't help but think of my Nephew who died when 6 years old. He loved the song : 'Seasons in the Sun'. My Sister couldn't listen to it again.
Thank you for Reading. 👍
That is sad. We associate things that take on those feelings. You are welcome and I am so sorry
Thank you for your Words .
Most welcome
This is a tender elegy, and the central contrast works beautifully: the world is coming alive while she is dying. Spring becomes almost cruel because everything around her promises renewal.
The strongest structural choice is the repeated:
“She didn't want to die when the Skies were Blue”
Each return gains weight because the reader knows the inevitable ending is approaching. Tulips, snowdrops, birds, bees, children, melting snow—all that movement and color makes her stillness more painful.
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It's always a tragedy no one sees the difference between her truly wanting a life that didn't hurt so much. Perhaps a lesser of "two evils" scenario? But more importantly how her choice being misread. Reminds me of that late British film, 'Me Before You.' 🙏🏻🕊️
Yes. So true. Thank you for Reading.
Most welcome dear friend. 👍🏻🕊️😊
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