Writings From the Heart
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Comment from Auroraboreal800
This is so beautiful! Make me go back to those special days, like in a dream. I like the special romantic choice of words in this piece.
Great job Deepwater, this is really fun!
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This is so beautiful! Make me go back to those special days, like in a dream. I like the special romantic choice of words in this piece.
Great job Deepwater, this is really fun!
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Thank you
Comment from LateBloomer
Hello deepwater, A poem of sweetness as you look back to yesteryear where a stolen kiss still remains on your lips.
Of note:
Were you the first love that still haunts my heart?
(I'd venture to say, yes.)
dw, if you're still thinking about her, chances are she still thinks of you. Thanks for sharing you walk down memory lane. Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer
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Hello deepwater, A poem of sweetness as you look back to yesteryear where a stolen kiss still remains on your lips.
Of note:
Were you the first love that still haunts my heart?
(I'd venture to say, yes.)
dw, if you're still thinking about her, chances are she still thinks of you. Thanks for sharing you walk down memory lane. Keep the blue waters flowing. LateBloomer
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Thank you
Comment from dragonpoet
Simply but clearly spoken ideas of the haunting quality of first love. It is so simple and so sad that it ended. You wonder if the other person feels the way you do.
I like the way it rhymes in the middle and not at the beginning or end. Kind of like how a relationship changes from beginning to end.
Keep writing
dragonpoet
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Simply but clearly spoken ideas of the haunting quality of first love. It is so simple and so sad that it ended. You wonder if the other person feels the way you do.
I like the way it rhymes in the middle and not at the beginning or end. Kind of like how a relationship changes from beginning to end.
Keep writing
dragonpoet
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Thank you
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Any time, Gary,
Joan
Comment from Bryan G
A great poem about first love. Those were the days. The fluttering heart. Anticipation. Expectation. We thought that we would live forever. Time and circumstance swallowed us until their was nothing left of our first love. Happily first love became true and today and today we have each other. Thanks for a trip down memory lane.
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A great poem about first love. Those were the days. The fluttering heart. Anticipation. Expectation. We thought that we would live forever. Time and circumstance swallowed us until their was nothing left of our first love. Happily first love became true and today and today we have each other. Thanks for a trip down memory lane.
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Thanks Bryan
Comment from Tina McKala
aaah, the first love and its end - doesn't it change us all? :) a lovely poem, nicely expressed sentiment and old memories. good job.
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aaah, the first love and its end - doesn't it change us all? :) a lovely poem, nicely expressed sentiment and old memories. good job.
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Thank you
Comment from GWHARGIS
It's funny how we do change when the experience of the first love hits. It's the first innocnet love we have. After that, we have been changed and our eyes have been opened. Great imagery and the kaliediscope of emotions and memories is wonderfully presented. Greaet job.
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It's funny how we do change when the experience of the first love hits. It's the first innocnet love we have. After that, we have been changed and our eyes have been opened. Great imagery and the kaliediscope of emotions and memories is wonderfully presented. Greaet job.
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Thanks GW
Comment from RPSaxena
Hello Deepwater,
Nice piece of poetry beautifully depicting the childhood carefree days drenched with love!
Impressive and matching the theme wording.
Smooth flow with its own rhythm and lively imagery.
Picture complements the theme.
"Do you remember, days long ago?
Carefree all summer, we strolled hand in hand,
First kiss real awkward, I stole in the dark,...."
Excellent!
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Hello Deepwater,
Nice piece of poetry beautifully depicting the childhood carefree days drenched with love!
Impressive and matching the theme wording.
Smooth flow with its own rhythm and lively imagery.
Picture complements the theme.
"Do you remember, days long ago?
Carefree all summer, we strolled hand in hand,
First kiss real awkward, I stole in the dark,...."
Excellent!
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Thank you
Comment from padumachitta
Hi. Summer in the the sun and the youth and the memories and well..yup. I remember my first summer kiss...I was 14, he was 19 he thought I was 16...not jail bait...he was sweet and never psuhed for nothing other than floating on the lake and holding hands...but, I remember even if he doesn't.
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Hi. Summer in the the sun and the youth and the memories and well..yup. I remember my first summer kiss...I was 14, he was 19 he thought I was 16...not jail bait...he was sweet and never psuhed for nothing other than floating on the lake and holding hands...but, I remember even if he doesn't.
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Thanks for remembering
Comment from Dean Kuch
Two words immediately popped into my head when I first read this lovely, tender little verse, Gary. Lisa Davis. She was fourteen (Yes, a teenage girl, wow!), and I, only twelve. I kissed her in Clapper's Woods, a large wooded area which bordered old man Clapper's farm, under a huge elm tree in early autumn. I'm 54 years old now, and I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
Your well written, touching poem captures such moments like this beautifully.
Well done.
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Two words immediately popped into my head when I first read this lovely, tender little verse, Gary. Lisa Davis. She was fourteen (Yes, a teenage girl, wow!), and I, only twelve. I kissed her in Clapper's Woods, a large wooded area which bordered old man Clapper's farm, under a huge elm tree in early autumn. I'm 54 years old now, and I still remember it as if it were yesterday.
Your well written, touching poem captures such moments like this beautifully.
Well done.
Comment Written 10-Aug-2014
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Thanks Dean
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You're very welcome. :}
Comment from Domino 2
If is was 'first love' for her too, I'm sure she will 'remember' with special fondness, even though she eventually 'walked away'.
Very romantic memories, tinged with sadness, but I guess many of us need more than one first love, so as to compare.
On the other hand, many people are so lucky to get it right first time, and many poor souls never have a reciprocal love at all.
Best wishes, Ray
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If is was 'first love' for her too, I'm sure she will 'remember' with special fondness, even though she eventually 'walked away'.
Very romantic memories, tinged with sadness, but I guess many of us need more than one first love, so as to compare.
On the other hand, many people are so lucky to get it right first time, and many poor souls never have a reciprocal love at all.
Best wishes, Ray
Comment Written 10-Aug-2014
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Thanks for this Ray
