Secret love and hidden memory

Someone today told me. Write a new poem. Here it is.

                         











 


















Secret love and hidden memory.

I saw her face today.
Made me wander back in time.
Each of us hold our Beatrice's near.
The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine.

Do our memories become less with time?
Do innocent kisses and embraces of youth become sweeter with age?

Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts
and you become empty?

Can you escape the dance of long sweet kisses and yearning to touch
tender and warm flesh?

Age allowed us to ponder old memories.
Make us wished we held tighter and done more.

Beautiful faces dance in my head.
Old thoughts forgotten.
Rebirth to make me remember I loved a brown eye girl once.

                                     Coyote
                                     May2012

Author's Note

Any mistakes. Please assist a old Poet.

Reviews

[Liderien]

there is an s on "dances" third line from the bottom. it should either be danced or dance.

The line under the picture could be shortened to fit the poem better.
instead of
""The writer holds on to memories like a drunk holds on to his wine"
The writers hold to memories like a drunkard to his wine.

That is all my friend. Thank you sharing. It brings me great joy to read your writings.

[Ruth]

This is beautiful! Always a pleasure to read your work love...I can feel all the past lingering in the now in this poem, a holding on and the imagery is wonderful! Stunning thoughts xoxo

[TamiViolet]

Always appreciate your words... That first stanza is awesome as are the ones about loving brown eyed girls cause I have a love for them.... those brown-eyed girls. I know what you mean about forgetting though... Perhaps its Time's way of allowing for acceptance.... We accept what we cannot change, yes? And others take on our so-called role. Someone grand once said that... I imagine. I'm weary of using cliche expressions so I shall say that I was here. I read. And remembered.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed, the memory that evokes those to think is the one we must cling to, well done, good read.

This actually gave me chills as it provoked my own thought pattern of memories.
I especially love these lines "The writer holds on to memories like a drunkard holds on to his wine" and "Make us wished we held tighter and done more." I can really relate to them.

[Star Wolf]

Full of longing and desire. It seems we all have these sorts of memories of people in our past. Some we hold onto forever, some we just let go. An amazing poem!

[Galagarian Humor]

There is something about all of your poems that I like, yet I can't point it out. Well done.

[Lily Mae]

You are such a lover.. :) You have loved so deeply and passionately every women you've met.. Maybe in all different ways..but your appreciation..respect or ability to grasp the lessons.. are always so deep and passionate for sure.. Another beauty shared..xo

[Cathy Wattam]

One thing that no-one can take away from you - your precious memories. A lovely poem. Just one issue - in the line "Do dreams of beautiful brown eyed young woman leave your thoughts and you become empty?" - should say "beautiful brown eyed women" or "a beautiful brown eyed woman". Other than that, a nice piece. Thank you for sharing.

[Captain]

This was simply beautiful. I love this one. So short and yet, I feel like you take me right to that nostalgic moment. Excellent work, as always.
'Captain

[Spice]

theres isa couple of mistakes but not many.i make more than anyone does.
but this poem was really sweet and beautiful...you are very talented