Mihaela Pirjol


Desire - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

We cannot aspire to that, which is already dead,
And there is no solace in delusion;
We should save the present for future memories;
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Topic(s) of this poem: desire, life

Form: Quatrain


Comments about Desire by Mihaela Pirjol

  • (1/10/2015 5:34:00 PM)

    Hello, Mihaela! I've just read and enjoyed your thoughtful composition. Thank you for reading my poems, as well. :) (Report)Reply

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  • Hans Vr (1/9/2015 10:39:00 AM)

    This is really a thought provoking poem. Very well written. The transient happiness that follows when our bodily desires have been fulfilled is in sharp contrast with the lasting peace of mind we seem to get from fulfilling our more spiritual needs. It will be our spiritual achievements that live on after our bodies decease. Just writing some of the thoughts that were provoked in my mind by this nice poem (Report)Reply

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  • Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (12/22/2014 3:41:00 AM)

    The chastity of senses shall purge our spirits pure,
    And rise above this Life whose claim is to endure.
    A beautiful poem on life endurance.Well expressed Well done
    Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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  • Valsa George (12/22/2014 3:40:00 AM)

    The flames of desire will die out in no time....... Everything on this Earth has a fleeting existence! Even our life depends on an 'evanescent breath of air'! So annihilate overriding desires to be peaceful as
    Sri Buddha exhorted the world! Great write!
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  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (12/15/2014 12:05:00 PM)

    Wow i admire yor impressive diction in this great freeverse poem. And the content intent wow yes passion is usualy ephemeral.
    So nice to read u again!
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  • Daniel Brick (12/14/2014 9:34:00 PM)

    There is no denying the hard truths of the first two lines of this poem. I wish they could be denied, but that would simply be a fool's errand. NOTHING WE ARE, BUT AN EVANESCENT BREATH OF AIR: This assertion also cannot be disputed, although an aroused romantic poet might try to do so if s/he were properly inspired. And then you have a summary statement that seems to eliminate any possible rebuttal: EPHEMERAL ALL THESE EARTHLY PASSIONS ARE. The question which follows calls into doubt the very experience of physical passion: WHY CONSUME OUR BREATH IN YEARNING? Not only is passion transient, it's wasteful of the precious breath of life. The renunciation of desire in the last two lines seems to be the inevitable conclusion - the only reasonable response to the reality of our mortal condition - Right? (See message box) (Report)Reply

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