Poem by: orynnfireheart
Submitted: January 03, 2007
Love whispered to your soul.
Romantic thoughts ran wild.
Hope was like a spring flower.
Time was not an enemy.
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As I have aged in life, that poem rings more true every second. Once I had plenty of time-now I find it is like premium gasoline.
Thanks. Time does seem to creep up on us when we least expect it. I remember when I was younger Christmas could not come any slower, but now that I am older and the grandeur is gone, it seems like Christmas is here and gone before you know it. Just like life.
Thanks. I was uncertain of the title when I first wrote it, but the more and more that I reflect upon it, I realize that I could have not named it anything else. Life is nothing but a fading process from the moment we are born until the day that we breathe our last breath. Thankfully, through faith, I believe that this sad occasion is nothing but a temporary problem that is resolved upon our deaths. To each their own, however.
Very beautiful poem. I know exactly what you are talking about and you made it sound so sweet and in a way, so harsh. I really liked this poem of yours. Keep up the good work.
Thank you. Have you ever notice that inspiration strikes whenever it will. I wrote this poem in math class when the teacher was being particularly boring. One must bow to the Muse's whim. ^_^
Short and sweet. I enjoyed it. I found the second line most interesting. It was lovely.
Thank you, I actually wrote this piece in math class while the teacher was being particularly boring. Funny when the Muse strikes isn't it?
-Sigh- This is... amazing. It's really good. It's kind of short, but that's okay! This has an almost wistful tone to it...
As I get older, I come to realize this poem is the natural progression of life. Things come and go, memory fades, and all we are left with is the hope for a better tomorrow. Thanks for the comment.
When I get older this poem will suit me more and more ^^ its like those classic novels that just get better to read as you age and understand.
I agree. While I am not that old, as I have aged, things that I thought I understood in my younger years have become clearer and clearer. Experience=Wisdom. Unfortunately, some never act on that equation. Thanks alot for reading my poem and commenting. ^_^
very true for time is but a decaying process, your born you live out your existence and then life ends there is a lot of meaning to this and i really enjoyed it. thankyou for writing it i look forward to reading more of your work
Thanks again. Your comments are inspiring and I really enjoy your work as well. It pains me to see works such as yours and others I've seen with umpteen reads and no comments, or a truly laughable amount. It is funny how people expect to get comments on their work, yet will not reciprocate. Thanks again and I look forward to reading more.
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