Days were walking promptly into the realms of year
The picture of reality clouded but for me it’s err
I just wanted to reminisce the single moments
So, I may put a string of memories to ease my vehement
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we must get all from the experiences of life and make use of them in order to achieve what we need to be happy. every tears are drops of knowledge we have been achieved.
times past cant be regain Nostalgia for the days that been Only sours the heart....But good write
I had to read this twice to digest it properly which it prompted and your style is original with talent...and your effort to put it in reality draws away from simplicity, i.e read the top read poem'.I am Woman' You can do it, for I give it++++10 never the less, regards
A very inspired and passionate poem. I'm honor to get the chance to comment on your poems. Your are a young talented writer. This part I loved more: smiles on each countenance… In every achievements that have been achieved …sparkling eyes of persevere… In every obstacles that have been hurdled …sweat like glitter on the air… In every missions that have been accomplished …dance of the dreamer… In every dreams that have been reached
A very good and passionate poem. I'm impress by your talent. I copied the part I loved more and I'm honor to get the opportunity to share your poems with you. Good job smiles on each countenance… In every achievements that have been achieved …sparkling eyes of persevere… In every obstacles that have been hurdled …sweat like glitter on the air… In every missions that have been accomplished …dance of the dreamer… In every dreams that have been reached
to have hind/sight is a blessing to be judge mental is another story...but walking in a place of peace is heaven sent...you write vey well...young person...I am glad we met...no matter how far away...friendship is a rare song...we shall sing it...good write as always...you are doing fine...
You write well the wistful plea for simple and honest living in the Now - - I like the first phrases of introduction with 'days walking promptly into the year' - - very well written Sheldon.
Glitter on the air i love that line And you have got a such wonderful way of seeing on life.
Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: you find the present tense, but the past perfect!