Fay Slimm

Rookie - 86 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

A Wasted Love? - Poem by Fay Slimm

Can love be wasted,
Erode with neglect?

Could it diminish
With too much lonely
Become almost inept?

Love lives forever.
Could that be only
If consistently nourished,
Conscientiously fed?

What can we think, if,
Crumbling, love's debris
Crashes through hopes,
Misappropriates heart?

The start of a cold
Barren anarchy
Relaxes love's bonds,
So un-yoking begins.

Duty then treads on the
Heels of what once was
Devotion, and hurt hides
Behind blind fronts.

But love, never wasted,
Can over-ride lapses,
And, if rising above
Dour clouds, can survive.
Climbing to higher skies
It can revive itself.
Given a chance, true
Love and reason advance.

Comments about A Wasted Love? by Fay Slimm

  • Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (2/21/2009 1:17:00 PM)

    quit touching poem. Can love be wasted, Erode with neglect? fay i love it (Report) Reply

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  • Randy Hogan (1/19/2009 11:22:00 AM)

    Very beautiful poem.....makes one think..... with their heart........ (Report) Reply

  • Iveta Petrova (12/24/2008 4:04:00 AM)

    your poem really moved me
    it was amazing
    well done
    10 from me (Report) Reply

  • Kris Smith (12/13/2008 1:31:00 PM)

    Friend when one has had true love in their life it is never wasted, for some part of that love remains within and is always there, even should new love come alongit will shine alongside adding strength and growing more powerful, I wish it for you 10 ++ Chris (Report) Reply

  • Maverick Evita (12/4/2008 2:46:00 PM)

    Love is the most hotly debated feeling in poems, and I loved this poem because it shows me another point which I usually ignore deliberately as I am always on alert to defend love. (Report) Reply

  • Sid John Gardner. (11/24/2008 3:02:00 PM)

    Love is as natural as waking and sleeping. It is the rising of the sun and the warm cloak of night.Love is fierce and vengeful, slaying all who come in contact with it inflicting wounds that never heal.Love is never valued until lost.Love has the brevity of the assassins knife to pierce the heart and spill blood. Love inflicts pain when it is transferred to another.
    Love is life.....and death.
    Sid xxx (Report) Reply

  • Palas Kumar Ray Palas Kumar Ray (11/22/2008 12:44:00 PM)

    If Love is ever wasted, Life is wasted and life is'nt a waste.
    _______________________________________________________________ (Report) Reply

  • Tom Balch Tom Balch (11/13/2008 2:36:00 PM)

    If it is love, then it is love, if it is not love, it will not live.10/10 (Report) Reply

  • James Roberts (11/13/2008 3:31:00 AM)

    a beatiful rhythm and an age old message with out typographical errors How do you do it?
    jimxx (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (11/12/2008 5:01:00 PM)

    If even the smallest spark of love remains, it can be chafed into
    a flame.It endures all things. Excellent write.

    Always your friend,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Andrew mark Wilkinson (11/12/2008 4:19:00 PM)

    Love must be Nurtured and grown, Love must never be taken for granted or never said or shown, a little love each day keeps in ever home.. Andrew 10 (Report) Reply

  • Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. Loyd C. Taylor, Sr. (11/12/2008 2:27:00 PM)

    Hello poet Fay. A wonderful description of love and a delightful read! Loyd (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Eaglesfield (11/12/2008 10:49:00 AM)

    Never waste a bit and fly.Thought provoking and true Fay.Best regards.Kev x (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Poewhit (11/12/2008 10:11:00 AM)

    Love like water, will find it's level (Report) Reply

  • Susan Jarvis Susan Jarvis (11/12/2008 9:44:00 AM)

    Some magnificent lines: 'Crumbling, loves debris/Crashes through hopes' is superb. 'Duty then treads on the /Heels...' is an insightful and oh so true verse. The words of a wise lady so eloquently arranged. S :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 12, 2008

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