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Go beyond the past.
Go beyond the present..
Will you love me when night
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Beautiful! beyond the past beyond the present...the opening is a big one " will you love me when..." what directly comes to my mind is to end the poem with: will you love me even after your last breath will this love will be remembered beyond our life May it survive forever
glad you like my poem 'BEYOND', dear Soul. A good friend's appreciation is a blessing Cheers F.
Quite an intense, dramatic love poem. It has a broad sweep across the past into the present. 'We can't help but go on'-a motto which I have adopted in life.
I enjoyed this poem. Thanks for sharing such thoughtful piece.
You ask the question that matters: 'Will you love me? ' Life can be hard and unforgiving.
go go, go beyond the everything where the love sang of our unity for everlasting.......///
thank you, Esther! I've answered your msg: truly hope you'll be with us soon :)
Hi Doctor, Wonderful poem. What was once their souls.... Will you love me when night Falls and nordic winds blow All those drunken eyes out? Great, captivating poetry..No wonder why this magnificent poem is among topmost poems on ph. Well done. Congratulations Doctor. Onto MyPoemList, with full honours
it's too kind of you, dear Unnikrishnan. Thank you so much. Blessings.
BTW, your ''No Place Exists in the Universe by That Name'' is truly a very good ''poem of witness''. Congratulations!
Amazing thought sir....very very beautiful poem.............
Fab, your poem is number 12 in the Top 500 Member Poems list, and you have 4 poems in the first 12 places! !))) Nocturnal is number 1, Tenderness number 3, You & I number 9, Beyond 12th)))))) GREAT POETRY))
La nostalgia cubre el tiempo de fria escarcha, helada y discutible paz Pero los versos profundos, Los que como estos viene del alma No pierden su belleza, Jamas. Un gratisimo y bello poem
a beautiful comment indeed! Thank you so much, dear Sandra Blessings
Wonderful! I feel the soul of the poem even though I flounder, perhaps, at its meaning
ohh.. I've just read your words on my page (author's page) : I am the one who's speechless... Thank you, my friend.
Go beyond the past. Go beyond the present.. Will you love me when night Falls and nordic winds blow All those drunken eyes out? - - - - - - - -These lines are like a beautiful tune humming at heart string.
thank you so much for your kind words, dear Bharati. BTW, do you like our latest book?
United we Stand: Poets Against Terror - - Yes, I Iike it very much.Like the first book it unites the voices of poets across the world irrespective of their religion, race or country.Thank you very much for including my poem in the Anthology.
This so passionate and highly poetic. Deep loev beyond time and space. Alas, Our hearts won't heal in small dreams. Regretfully, we can't help but go on. Sure you should go in spite of everything.
thank you for visiting and commenting on my poem, Ahmed. Gracias.
Will you love me when night - Falls and nordic winds blow - All those drunken eyes out? the big question! how strong is our love? small dreams are not for LOVE! beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!
Our hearts won’t heal in small dreams how true! reading your beautiful poem i can't help but think about the time we are living in, with Trump as the next USpresident and the many bad things in this awful present-day world ((
''never losing hope'', was a saying I shared.. but now I'm not so confident about what the future is going to bring.. Thank you for commenting on my poem, Csilla
Lovely balance between longing and regret...indeed, I'm not sure it is possible to feel one without the other. Also, I want to mention my mind is blown by the idea of capturing verse in another language.
thank you very much, Alix, for reading and commenting on my poem.
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7/25/2025 2:54:23 AM # 1.0.0
Lovely strands in this great little poem. The course of our lives are seldom clear and we struggle to know which path should be ours or where it will lead to, yet we persevere.