Back Then Comments

Beautifully crafted and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing, Paul.

footprints in the sand til the tide rolls in. Your poem is a message to not take things too personal, eh?

Wonderfully written poem Paul. I love the rhyme scheme. Definitely a 10+++.

a poem of remembering lost loves now gone in the mists of time? ..........wonderfully written.

Everyone is gone, gone far away Swept up, cast out and destroyed And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid. Nicely written poem. Congratulations.

Wish we could visit our past so that we can unite with our near and dear ones. When they come to the memory it really hurts a lot. The feeling of loneliness kills slowly. Nice drop. Congrats.

A very poignant account of someone who has seen his near and dears depart from his life in his early life or during his youth. Even recalling those images is not possible. Thanks. And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid.

Past is gone and is no more, except when it stays in memories. Memory is in souls. Only members of the Animal Kingdom show the need to keep past things in memory. Of them, human needs for boon or bane, surpass every one else's. If one needs to rid of every thing past, the key is in one's own hand. A philosophical stuff nicely and cleverly woven in to a rhythmic material. Congrats for being the PoD. X

Heartiest Congratulations on the poem of the Day and for inking such a meaningful poem rich in rhyme and rhythm.

Everyone is gone, gone far away Swept up, cast out and destroyed And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid. - - - - - - - -Time is always changing.We are carried forward by flow of time.But loving memories of past cling to us.A touching poem.

The time machine has not yet been invented (and never will be) . We cannot go back to the past. What's done is done. I like how you finished this: Everyone is gone, gone far away Swept up, cast out and destroyed And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid. Congrats on having it selected as poem of the day!

The past is gone! We now look forward. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.