David Harris

Gold Star - 4,611 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Faded Love Letters - Poem by David Harris

An old shoe box under the bed,
filled with mementoes of years gone by.
Faded love letters stained with tears,
I used to cry.
They tell of the joy I knew one spring,
of laughter and fears.
And of the love we said would remain,
throughout our growing years.
The spring is gone and so are you;
the letters are all that remain,
of the love we once knew,
in that far off spring.

14 Nov.1978

Comments about Faded Love Letters by David Harris

  • (12/23/2016 3:17:00 PM)

    my wife caught my old box
    i had to tear it away though it remains in heart and mind, lol (Report) Reply

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  • Elisabeth Wingle (8/10/2015 9:09:00 PM)

    Beautiful and true. Many of us have that box, it may not be under the bed, but you can be sure it is tucked away somewhere, even if it's only in our minds. (Report) Reply

  • (10/31/2009 8:35:00 AM)

    Memories of fade love is capture well in this write. (Report) Reply

  • (8/25/2009 6:24:00 PM)

    this speaks from heart to heart. maybe the days are far gone, but the memories
    live forever. sad and lovely. i love this poem... many thanks to you, David.
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  • (4/6/2009 2:09:00 PM)

    My favorite poem: D......................................................................................... this deserved its award (Report) Reply

  • (1/26/2008 7:22:00 AM)

    straight from the heart. moving write. (Report) Reply

  • (12/9/2007 10:10:00 AM)

    lovely write you have composed here David.........many **claps** and stand 'O'! ! true masterpiece.....something that will never die (a love lost will forever stain the heart) .......

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  • (8/22/2007 5:59:00 PM)

    Ahh, the longing of love lost and the bittersweet memories we thought had been lost. A touching and beautiful piece.

    ~ Ray
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  • (7/29/2007 5:12:00 PM)

    Lovely poem, stands the test of time. Love letters, and Poetry, never die. (Report) Reply

  • (4/1/2007 11:35:00 AM)

    Bringing home those golden years, though tinged with sadness, there was much light yes?
    Love duncan X
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  • (3/23/2007 4:52:00 AM)

    What a lovely poem, it speaks so much of the sentiments and feelings that we may never lose but upon opening that box just relive the finer moments of our lives, like throwing on a warm sweater to soothe us. Just lovely. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • (2/20/2007 7:05:00 AM)

    D, when did you come into my flat?
    In seriousness... ye gods, this rings so many bells. Expertly written.

    The best thnig is always to throw away those old notes. However, I am glad you put the date of writing onto it. You've moved on and up and congratulations to you on that. t x
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  • Brian Dorn (2/9/2007 12:11:00 PM)

    Very nice, David... sad, but heartfelt and well worded. It's certainly deserving of its acclaim.
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  • (1/27/2007 6:38:00 PM)

    Oh, David: This really works for me all the way. Your ending lines so simple but elegant: 'the love we once knew, in that far off spring.' That ties up the entire poem, almost like a sonnet in its pivotal point.

    More like this!

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  • (1/24/2007 12:11:00 PM)

    Life is full of memories, some sad some well remembered like yours. I hope you found a new love in the following years, for writing like yours deserves a soul mate. Keep writing and I will keep reading. Bob (Report) Reply

  • (1/21/2007 6:21:00 AM)

    Written all those years ago, this poem is still as fresh as the memories. Haven't we all got a box of memories hidden away somewhere, to remind us of what wonderful times we had. The people and the times may have gone but they are still part of our pasts. A lovely poem, David. Thanks for sharing it.

    Love, Fran xx
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  • Melvina Germain (1/19/2007 9:44:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem David, the good thing here is being fortunate to have those fabulous letters, being able to sit and ponder, read and remember. Think how sad it would be not to have them. Thanks for sharing David---Melvina--- (Report) Reply

  • (1/17/2007 8:44:00 AM)

    The box of memories the parts that we sometimes read upon from time to time great poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 6, 2011

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