Solitaire Poem by David Wood
Solitaire
On my own my memories of my childhood
All alone without any love from people
Love being an absent friend I never knew
A young life spent alone with only books
As company.
Books became the friends I never had
I marvelled at the covers, the bindings,
The words that filled each and every page,
The library my new home from home.
On my own my memories of my adulthood
Work became a new friend dressed in
Deceit and lies. I had many friends over
The year’s mostly ending in disaster.
Love came in late adulthood with joy
It lasted a brief moment in time when
Death snatched it away from me:
Loves beauty lost for all time.
On my own the future years to come.
Books, and old friend I greet with a hello
Come back into my life, they cannot hurt
Like love hurts when lost forever.
A great poem, sad for the loneliness, but in books you can aspire to a lot of things. As we get older we have more of a choice to be lonely or not.
Congratulations! You've written a nice, touchy poem that will move every heart that reads this. A poem of a very high standard, that beginners can emulate. Your brief association with love in late adulthood is a solace amid loveless solitude. The Title, 'Solitaire', is befitting. Like love hurts when lost forever. True! True!
Delighted to read all the comments here. Thank you, my dear fellow poets, for sharing your feelings with free flowing words! @ Leaking Pen and Hans Vr, Too good!
So deep and touching with great sadness endured but finding truth again in your love of books that sustains your thirst for knowledge and memories of an absent friend! Superb write!
Dear David Wow this poem got to me, is perhaps I see myself in your poetic mirror? I am like you becoming the lone wolf in the human world, I fold myself between the pages of a book, where I master its yielding fruits on my own time and turf, have I finally found my voice within your voice? I could easily have written this poem, but lacked the freedom to do so, I am afraid of my own reflections lately.... Truly Paul(Leaking Pen)
David, this is a great poem, courageously honest and very moving. You have real talent, my friend. Your poems are fantastic and will last well into eternity. I think that sometimes through reading the poems and the comments of our fellow poemhunter writers here, we get to know them so well and this online friendship with many of you has become very precious to me. Whenever I post a poem I can count on the very lovely and heartfelt comments of few good friends who really comment even if my busy life has not given me the chance to return the favour for their previous comment. What we express in our poems tends to be something from so deep within, we expose ourself and we have the true privilege of caring people taking the time to read our innermost motives and inspirations. We have the privilege to read also the the innermost feelings and inspirations of others. I have really started to love this poetry. David this poem provokes so many thoughts in me, I could go on writing a few pages. This is excellent poetry
Books are a wonderful company. Poetry a beautiful outlet. Your love will live on for ever. A touching poem, David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wow, a beautiful poem! Well written indeed. Please take the time to read my collection, I am young and aspiring. Feel free to comment and rate my works. Thanks sincerely, and once again well written.