Autumn Winds

Rookie - 10 Points (July 22 1993 / Sanfrancisco, California)

Precious Things - Poem by Autumn Winds

All the things I thought would last

Disintegrate before my eyes

All fairy tales believed

Wither at the seams

And when the ash has fallen down

And been scattered by the wind

I'm left with all the broken things

I thought would heal again

Everything I thought I had

I'd keep forevermore

But childish fantises hid the truth

I was locked out side the door

But hidden in my silent thoughts

Was where denial was

Because, missing in time

Was a precious thing of mine


Comments about Precious Things by Autumn Winds

  • Rookie - 32 Points The Moonlighter (8/6/2014 11:49:00 AM)

    Nice work. Great writing. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 4,940 Points Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (1/2/2013 9:05:00 PM)

    Childish fantasy always misleads us! Nice to read! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,228 Points Thomas A Robinson (1/1/2013 5:14:00 AM)

    A sad lament that ignites the readers imagination and in the end leaves the same in a pile
    of their own ash. Great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/1/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    Missing in time
    What a precious thing of mine.
    Good poem, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems
    And comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 1, 2013



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