~the Place Where Dreams Die~ Comments

Reciprocated way too late Watched your eyes fade into the grave But now I know because in your loss I found what you tried to teach me Pain of a late understanding of love has been nicely painted, a touching poem..............10

This is a beautiful poem Sad and regretful but so lovely to enjoy reading. Beautifully written and a joy to read

my mind understands what love is a beautiful touching poem full of emotion

I love the deep intense emotion within. The lack of ability to truly let the feeling of love in while there and when it ends you realize what you had and have lost in the worst of ways. Great piece.

A very poignant write where the love was felt and reciprocated but alas, that was too late. The regret was expressed even but none is to know and respond.

My mind understands what love is But my heart just can't fake it You've tried to show me what love is And though I get it, I just can't take it In the advent of love, you weren't yet ready to accept it, by the time you realized its intensity and was ready to reciprocate it, she is gone beyond touch! A poem marked with an intense sense of regret and loss! Only when things slip out of our hands that we realize their merit! Great write Allan!

Beautiful sadness, great write man, I my heart goes out to you in unfortunate sympathetic understanding..

A poem like this is something I've tried to write multiple times in last two years. Flower Shop Story was the closest I've ever gotton. I'm glad at least someone-even if it wasn't me-was able to write down an emotion I really wanted to recreate. Even though I was pained by it. You've done a miraculous job.

Terrific! Nice job!

touching and emotional....looks like a common problem in todays human existence.....love and the dilema...uncertainities....by the time u decide it croses over to anothr field..

The speaker uses a vivid metaphor linking characters - UNGUIDED NOTES WANDERING IN A SYMPHONY. Imagine how those alien notes would disrupt the harmony and rhythm of a fabric as detailed as a symphony.They wouldn't last long - they couldn't hide. But if the context is not a finished work, but an orchestra tuning up, those alien sounds could insinuate themselves and be virtually untraceable. Thus, the context will always be occupied by witnesses. This is a formula I draw from the situation: The place where dreams die is a place where dreamers live on, even if it is a hidden life most of the time. And the presence of dreamers means the dreams WILL BE again, reborn from their ashes like the phoenix.

A poem about love and its complexities. If not given totally, cannot be felt totally. I especially enjoyed these lines: My mind understands what love is But my heart just can't fake it. A touchy write, full of emotional intensity.