Anthony Di'anno

(Yorkshire)

People Come


People come people go, every one,

Trespassing flowers with breezes that blow,

Some belong to lives not long then they're gone,

To live among change in memory's flow.

As Autumn's end sorrow sends Winter's test,

One by one people come bearing their gifts,

The lone trees mourn lost leaves torn from each nest,

Songs are sung life is strung between such drifts.

'Til Spring arrives so must thrive dormant seeds,

'Til fresh life, strong through strife, sends cautious peep,

While people come people go, fulfill needs,

Seeds we sow slowly grow whilst Summer's creep,

Still, one by one still we come, then we go,

Trespassing flowers as breezes that blow.

Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Topic(s): Bereavement


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  • Veteran Poet - 3,234 Points Daniel Brick (7/13/2014 2:45:00 PM)

    This is such a beautiful sonnet the only thing for me to do is to re-read it... I'm adding it to my Favorite Poems collection. This is the type of poem I am especially partial to (a lot of your readers will agree with this!) -
    the poem tells the truth about the transience of our lives which parallel the seasons, each in turn displaying beauty for all to see and then withdrawing right on time to make room for the next season's display. This might be seen as a tragic fate, but not to me, and the reason it is not involves that display of transient beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 234 Points Shahzia Batool (9/29/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    Empathy is what makes the bond stronger than ever before, and the words of consolation coming from heart lead to the heart intended...the poem is good for many reasons as all have pointed out here...the essence of existence as the theme, while the internal sounds and rhymes worked wonders...yes, it is a gift sincerely composed! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,845 Points Valsa George (9/29/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    Yes, birth and death are two truths that never change. The only variant is the time of these two occurrences! While some stay longer, others have a relatively shorter time! That's the only difference! Before the inevitability of Death, we have no say. A nice dedication to Val! Rhymes beautifully! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 84 Points Joseph Anderson (9/28/2013 9:55:00 AM)

    You have captured the essence of human existence. The pathos of the bitter and the sweet, all
    captured in a moving, sad and unique sonnet.. I must give pause as I am in my winter. -10 (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,079 Points Hazel Durham (9/27/2013 5:28:00 AM)

    Stunning write with beautiful lines, we never know when our time is up in this ever changing world! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 11 Points Alookh (matin) (9/27/2013 4:13:00 AM)

    MY GOD! ! ! ! ! 10+++! ! ! perfect! yeah really really perfect! ! ! ! ! .......i do love the rhyme in this poem! totally different! ! ! unique.....great piece! ! ! ....i admire it....one of the most beautiful poems from u!
    thanks alot...im gonna add it to my poem list! ;) (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,135 Points Valerie Dohren (9/26/2013 2:56:00 PM)

    Thank you for this lovely poem Anthony. We are all born to die, no-one is permanent, we do indeed come and go, and live like the seasons, from Spring through to Winter. But some never reach Winter, and that's what is really sad. . (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 562 Points Unwritten Soul (9/25/2013 6:30:00 AM)

    Oh dear, beautiful..definitely lovely for our friend, Val
    somehow it makes me think of myself
    i wish i just a seed that never sprout
    so i cant never be a tree to grow
    i dont have to see my leaves fall in autumn
    or frozen with sorrowfulness in the winter
    and live in pain to remember spring and summer
    where birds once with me, but now they are gone
    maybe i am good once, not for other time
    and they left me..in hurt
    left me speechless
    speechless
    maybe i am not the good one
    if i never sprout and be a tree
    maybe i dont have to endure this
    but i have grown as a tree
    so i just wait
    till somebody cut me
    and i died and forgotten
    where time swallow all my stories
    and left all of me speechless
    speechless
    for hurt to talk again
    about me..
    _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 1,599 Points Diane Hine (9/24/2013 6:41:00 AM)

    'life is strung between such drifts' - great line. I like the tone of the poem. (Report) Reply

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