Stories Poem by Valerie Dohren
Stories
There are many stories to tell
but they die in the telling …
Voices tremble
and words falter.
Eyes close
on the reality they conceal.
No-one will ever know
these stories -
they remain untold.
The pain is too immense
so they die
in the telling.
When I visit my wife's grave I look at all the other headstones thinking of all the life's stories they could tell.
Very beautiful but sad. Coincidental too as I have just visited the cemetery. I was coming to your page to warn you of my Tombstone words incase they offended you. The way you have set these words explains well. The cemetery really is one of my favourite places. Thank you
Killing in beautiful action....this write is dangerous, , hahahaha_Soul
Poets may die writing, but poems they compost shall live forever!
Sad stories written with the ink of nondisclosure on the canvass of the heart.
Mute the stones and sad the tales that die unsaid A lovely poem of sad beauty. BB: O)
When heart is full, words are few! Succinctly and poignantly put! !
Many untold stories. That seems to be the secret of life. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/11/2024 9:36:40 AM # 1.0.0
The sadness and melancholy is palpable, and yet this sensitive and insightful piece deftly and beautifully shows the truth of loss and the stories end and untold. Beautiful, thank you.