GREENWOLFE 1962

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Young William And Young April - Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962

Young William and young April
Met in the park one day.
Young William said to April,
'Why did you come this way? '

Young April said to William,
'I thought I might see you.'
Young William, then to April,
'It's funny, what you do.'

Young April gave to William
A sweet, young childhood kiss.
Young William said to April,
'Don't bother me like this.'

Young April stood in silence,
Not knowing what to do.
Then young William turned away.
Young April, torn in two.

Young William said, 'Don't follow me.'
Away from her he fled.
April then, sat down and cried,
And wished that she was dead.

William never came again.
At least, for many years.
Fearful that young April still,
Might be there shedding tears.

William walked the park again.
It seemed just like before.
Wondering if he might see her.
Young April, there once more.

Young William never noticed.
The roses hid it well.
The place they found Young April.
The place she used to dwell.


Comments about Young William And Young April by GREENWOLFE 1962

  • Rookie - 3 Points Dr Hitesh Sheth (4/25/2009 1:08:00 PM)

    Men always hanker for the things he don't have. If some beautiful person comes on his/her own accord he tries to ignore him/her............This game of ego is beautifully portrayed in your poem......Good Write...... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Lee Crowell (4/24/2009 11:10:00 PM)

    I think we all look back at the moments of our youth and the ones we chose to ignore. And we wonder what if... (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,201 Points Saadat Tahir (4/16/2009 12:55:00 PM)

    the classic melancholy of love...beautifully put
    a simple beautiful ode to love

    we ll be in touch

    tc
    sat (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Cristy Upshaw (4/15/2009 4:04:00 PM)

    Aww, so touching and filled with such sadness. Your words always captivating and draws the reader in. Amazing piece. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Elaine Oxamendi Vicet (4/15/2009 10:44:00 AM)

    I like this one. So often we turn from our true love out of fear or immaturity and somehow; live to later regret that we never took that chance. Like it..like it..like it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 422 Points Ravi A (4/14/2009 11:51:00 AM)

    I notice that this poem is in continuation of the other poem. The same positivism after a dejected affair. A nice poem and the ending is wonderful. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Karin Anderson (sorry can't vote or comment) . (4/14/2009 7:28:00 AM)

    Time can certainly change everything. You told the story in perfect rhythm and rhyme and it gives one something to think about. Lovely writing Greenwolfe Karin Anderson (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Maria Barbara Korynt (4/13/2009 6:01:00 PM)

    It is a sad history. In the life is sometimes very similarly. Only when we are losing somebody, we are starting appreciating the value of somebody. It concerns every emotion. Very much nicely you told this story. I think that I will not only have opinion. I read with pleasure :) Greetings for you :) Maria Barbara Korynt (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (4/13/2009 3:09:00 PM)

    I suppose Young William needed to go for counselling to have turned down such an offer or his heart is as indifferent to emotions or fellow feelings.Poor William, mercy and pity on him. A 10 to you from me to portray people like Young William bereft of love this way. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Samanyan Lakshminarayanan (4/13/2009 2:15:00 AM)

    poor thing young april...sounds like a sad fantasy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duh Huh (4/12/2009 4:11:00 PM)

    Poor young april, i felt for her. She deserved better. Thanks for sharing of your talent again :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 145 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (4/12/2009 2:02:00 AM)

    beautiful piece.. your poetry is always well thought out and planted.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 478 Points Ency Bearis (4/12/2009 12:28:00 AM)

    fantastic story..well narrated...10 (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Identification Accepted (4/11/2009 9:02:00 PM)

    another good write. thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tsira Goge (4/11/2009 11:37:00 AM)

    it's a beautiful ballad... Roses well know to show the love with aromas, and also successfully hide the love with help of the prickles...10...
    Tsira (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,701 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/11/2009 10:36:00 AM)

    Very mellow bittersweet.Love must be grabbed and held onto but young people really don't learn until it's too late! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 14, 2010


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