Life Without A Name Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962
Life Without A Name
As rain came down in rhythm,
My teardrops fell in rhyme.
The wind blew love around me.
I missed it all this time.
The charm of every season
Was lost with every word.
And the sound of our contentment
Was something never heard.
The chill of every winter
Came early in the fall.
And the burning heat of summer
Came with no warmth at all.
Our burning lives made passion,
With flaming love no part;
Till all our world was ended
By a misplaced empty heart.
It lasted near a lifetime,
But I dare not place the blame.
I took it all for granted,
Our life without a name.
'By a misplaced empty heart.'- This is the truth behind our every mishap but we do not reflect on the point. 'But I dare not place the blame, I took it all for granted, Our life without a name'. This is how we should see the happenings of our life. There is no point is blaming others. It will not solve the problems. If we have our reasons, the world has got its reasons as well. Reconciliation won't take place. Only the arguements will remain forever. A fine work.
As rain came down in rhythm, My teardrops fell in rhyme. The wind blew love around me. I missed it all this time. ......................................... Wolfey, It is very expressive and a strong lines... You and a rain cried a graceful minor, so synchronously, that the queen of muses has opened her wings..10x10... A.b. Tsira
Its sad how we tend to take so much for granted. This is a beautiful poem of how cruel life can be sometimes. Thank you for sharing :)
this poem any body can relate to...taking things for granted..is when we feel at home...why should that become a blame
Everyone's stated what I had to say. I loved the rhythm, flow too. I also like that it was easy for me to follow and relate to. Most people get so extremely deep into everything, and forget to cover the surface. +10
a strong poem. you amaze me with simplicity of your impactful words. And your style of beautiful * rhythm and rhyme *. excellent work
this is one of the most beautiful poems ever.. you control of rhythm is amazing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 12:09:05 AM # 1.0.0
I guess Greenwolfe so many people will relate to what you are saying. Sometimes we are so used to something, we cease to see it. The first stanza is wonderful with the words - teardrops, rhythm and rhyme, and your poem is beautifully sensitive but written with such philosophical wisdom. Great work! Karin Anderson