Whispers

One of my first poems

Whispers, just whispers, was it the wind,
Sweet breezes blow by me, where has she been,
Memories, fond memories, chased by the pain,
Voices that whisper she’s gone, again.
Lonely, just lonely, left all alone,
Moonlit shadows, heart turns to stone,
Sorrows, deep sorrows, burden the soul,
Regret and despair, claim their toll.
A moment, one moment, what did I hear?
Was it the wind, whisper she’s near?
Falling, I’m falling, into the past,
She’ll not return forever, at last.
Leaving, I’m leaving, time to move on,
Misty last memories, I’m finally done.
Breezes, sweet breezes, on new morning dew,
The wind carries her whispers,
"I’ll always love you

Reviews

[Desert Knave]

I like the repetition in the alternating lines here, really makes it read nicely when spoken aloud. ~Jim

[Trace]

Thank you for your wonderful comments and compliments Jim. I appreciate your reading my work.
read moreThank you for your wonderful comments and compliments Jim. I appreciate your reading my work.

Trace

[Poetic Beauty]

The whispers of the wind many times can not be trusted. It whispers secret of the past and the future but rarely speaking clearly with real intention. Heartfelt and solemn. The pain of love departed is a different kind of tortured

[Trace]

Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this poem, your compliments are always appreciated.

Trace