Alone and Forgotten
A lonely heart8 total reviews
Comment from lyenochka
This is such an expressive poem! I hope you did well in the contest. I really liked: "A whisper of what was isn't anymore" and "down in a dam of despair." There are many who really feel this way.
reply by the author on 04-Aug-2021
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This is such an expressive poem! I hope you did well in the contest. I really liked: "A whisper of what was isn't anymore" and "down in a dam of despair." There are many who really feel this way.
Comment Written 04-Aug-2021
reply by the author on 04-Aug-2021
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I was going to write "down on the doke of despair" :) but it didn't recognize the word.
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I don't even know what a "doke" is.
Comment from E. Denison
This is really well done, poetwatch. The content here is strong, spoken from the heart, and the free verse structure provides almost a stream of consciousness report that I think works well for the work. Some really striking imagery here too - like the notion of a life being so grounded/unmovable that nature (in this case flowers) are growing around your toes. Really well done. Thank you for sharing.
reply by the author on 02-Aug-2021
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This is really well done, poetwatch. The content here is strong, spoken from the heart, and the free verse structure provides almost a stream of consciousness report that I think works well for the work. Some really striking imagery here too - like the notion of a life being so grounded/unmovable that nature (in this case flowers) are growing around your toes. Really well done. Thank you for sharing.
Comment Written 31-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 02-Aug-2021
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Thank you, E. Denison. :) I just let my mind wander, think of some friends of mine, feel the pressure of what is going in this life and write from my heart. I'm glad you liked it.
Comment from Patty Palmer
This is pretty deep and I'm sorry that you cry as you write it because it is your true feelings. I know that you are hurting bad, but tomorrow is another day. When God closes one door he opens a window. Look for it. Wait for it. Please take care and find a reason to smile, it will make you feel a bit better. I promise.
Patty
reply by the author on 26-Jul-2021
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This is pretty deep and I'm sorry that you cry as you write it because it is your true feelings. I know that you are hurting bad, but tomorrow is another day. When God closes one door he opens a window. Look for it. Wait for it. Please take care and find a reason to smile, it will make you feel a bit better. I promise.
Patty
Comment Written 25-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 26-Jul-2021
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Thank you, Patty. The door to my heart smiles. :)
Comment from Dolly'sPoems
When we live alone we miss that goodnight kiss, that morning hug and those tender words and it is hard to remember those times and we concentrate on other things and become different people, I can identify with these words here, love Dolly x
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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When we live alone we miss that goodnight kiss, that morning hug and those tender words and it is hard to remember those times and we concentrate on other things and become different people, I can identify with these words here, love Dolly x
Comment Written 24-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Thank you, Dolly.
Comment from equestrik
What a very sad write but indeed a very good write for the free verse poem contest about loneliness. I think that it truly would be possible to feel lonely and without a partner to share life with. Well portrayed here.
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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What a very sad write but indeed a very good write for the free verse poem contest about loneliness. I think that it truly would be possible to feel lonely and without a partner to share life with. Well portrayed here.
Comment Written 23-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Thank you, equestrik.
Comment from Pantygynt
Loneliness is felt most keenly by those who have known company with friendship and love. It is not merely the state of being alone. One can be lonely in a crowd. many city dwellers in bedsits in crowded houses are as lonely as can be, yet each is terrified of invading the space of another, while two strangers walking across a desert or a lonely moor will stop and engage each other in conversation.
The frigid fingers can be felt in bedsit land more easily than in the desert.
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Loneliness is felt most keenly by those who have known company with friendship and love. It is not merely the state of being alone. One can be lonely in a crowd. many city dwellers in bedsits in crowded houses are as lonely as can be, yet each is terrified of invading the space of another, while two strangers walking across a desert or a lonely moor will stop and engage each other in conversation.
The frigid fingers can be felt in bedsit land more easily than in the desert.
Comment Written 23-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Thanks, Jim.
Comment from LisaMay
Your poem is filled with lovely imagery and captures poignant emotion well. I enjoyed the occasional alliteration My favourite lines are these:
Did it fly the seasons without wings?
It's grounded, flowers growing between my toes.
(Here's a reassuring kiss sent across the miles. I understand. The moonless night will pass.)
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Your poem is filled with lovely imagery and captures poignant emotion well. I enjoyed the occasional alliteration My favourite lines are these:
Did it fly the seasons without wings?
It's grounded, flowers growing between my toes.
(Here's a reassuring kiss sent across the miles. I understand. The moonless night will pass.)
Comment Written 23-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Thanks for the kiss, Jenny.
Comment from Aiona
I don't normally like free verse, but there's lots of metaphor in this one - as if the poet is being buried alive. The poet requests that someone save him, but.... the first two lines already revealed that he is in a grave of his own making, for maybe if he didn't "hide from the world" (line 2), perhaps his love could find him! Nicely done!
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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I don't normally like free verse, but there's lots of metaphor in this one - as if the poet is being buried alive. The poet requests that someone save him, but.... the first two lines already revealed that he is in a grave of his own making, for maybe if he didn't "hide from the world" (line 2), perhaps his love could find him! Nicely done!
Comment Written 22-Jul-2021
reply by the author on 24-Jul-2021
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Thank you, Aiona.
