Paul Gerard Reed


Back Then - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

The time back then cannot be found,
Did I ever really live in those days?
The images in my mind are bound
By a somnolent, ghostly haze;

The connections seem broken
Although joined by calendar dates,
Were the kind words ever spoken?
Or whispered and drifted away to their fates;

Everyone is gone, gone far away
Swept up, cast out and destroyed
And I, I am left here to stray
Of all my past loves devoid.

Topic(s) of this poem: memories


Comments about Back Then by Paul Gerard Reed

  • Bernard Snyder (8/29/2017 4:14:00 PM)


    Wonderfully written poem Paul. I love the rhyme scheme. Definitely a 10+++. (Report) Reply

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  • Tom Allport (5/5/2017 6:33:00 AM)


    a poem of remembering lost loves now gone in the mists of time? ..........wonderfully written. (Report) Reply

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (10/3/2016)


    Everyone is gone, gone far away
    Swept up, cast out and destroyed
    And I, I am left here to stray
    Of all my past loves devoid.
    Nicely written poem. Congratulations.
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  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/2/2016 12:20:00 PM)


    Wish we could visit our past so that we can unite with our near and dear ones. When they come to the memory it really hurts a lot. The feeling of loneliness kills slowly. Nice drop. Congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (10/2/2016 12:00:00 PM)


    A very poignant account of someone who has seen his near and dears depart from his life in his early life or during his youth. Even recalling those images is not possible. Thanks.
    And I, I am left here to stray
    Of all my past loves devoid.
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  • Jayatissa K. Liyanage (10/2/2016 11:48:00 AM)

    Back Then by Paul Gerard Reed
    Past is gone and is no more, except when it stays in memories. Memory is in souls. Only members of the Animal Kingdom show the need to keep past things in memory. Of them, human needs for boon or bane, surpass every one else's. If one needs to rid of every thing past, the key is in one's own hand. A philosophical stuff nicely and cleverly woven in to a rhythmic material. Congrats for being the PoD. X (Report) Reply

  • (10/2/2016 11:01:00 AM)


    Heartiest Congratulations on the poem of the Day and for inking such a meaningful poem rich in rhyme and rhythm. (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (10/2/2016 1:42:00 AM)


    Everyone is gone, gone far away
    Swept up, cast out and destroyed
    And I, I am left here to stray
    Of all my past loves devoid.
    - - - - - - - -Time is always changing.We are carried forward by flow of time.But loving memories of past cling to us.A touching poem.
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  • Kim Barney (10/2/2016 1:33:00 AM)

    Well done!
    The time machine has not yet been invented (and never will be) . We cannot go back to the past. What's done is done. I like how you finished this:

    Everyone is gone, gone far away
    Swept up, cast out and destroyed
    And I, I am left here to stray
    Of all my past loves devoid.

    Congrats on having it selected as poem of the day!
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  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/2/2016 1:08:00 AM)

    Memories
    The past is gone! We now look forward. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Robert Murray Smith (10/2/2016 12:27:00 AM)


    Memories of time past are like ghosts. The mind is built on memories, and are there to stay, If memory didn't operate that way you would not know who you were yesterday, and today. A very good poem. Thank you.

    As a poet who loves words you may like my A Hauntingly Beautiful Word.

    Robert
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 25, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 25, 2016


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