It's that moment when there is nothing left.
It's the day when they all forget.
It's the hour a heart stops beating.
It's that second of deep regret.
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I like your poem because I understood it very well. Good job!
Good to know that a poem sent to PH six years ago has been chosen as the Member contribution of the day. This is the rumour I like, it gives me hope! This poem is rather conventional in form and prosody for my search of the modern in contemporary writing. But I applaud it too.
Well written, although I would echo what K.C. Ford said. Congratulations on having it chosen as member poem of the day!
Superb poem, It's that love long forgotten. It's the recollection of the old.
The rumours of life are very common in every society. Nice work.
I like what you've expressed in the poem. The repetition of (It's) put me off a little, but thanks for the read, Jessica.
Rumor well defined. Rumor mongering is part of life since old age since it gives topics for talking and holding meaningful as well as meaningless discussions. enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points.