brave heart

Rookie - 113 Points (july 1 1996 / philippines)

Why? - Poem by brave heart

Love is really undefined
If you need the love
From a person you liked
It does not come

In times of fading
Of the love you've wishing
Seems its happening
The way you've dreaming

But it's too late
The feelings are gone
The love can no longer exist
It was stolen by the past

The attention was to somebody
Wondering why?
The love needs to be vanished
Before the person realized

Feelings are really temporary
Past can no longer be back
Time to accept and move on
Cause the best one is coming

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Poet's Notes about The Poem

this poem was written when I was in sophomore it is about a teenager who has a crush with someone but does not recognizes her.

Comments about Why? by brave heart

  • (9/24/2015 5:59:00 AM)

    Love is beautiful in nature and most beautiful when understood and accepted and appreciated (Report) Reply

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  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/31/2015 6:02:00 AM)

    Sjakespeare...! ! gooshhhh......!
    my dear Shakespeare, pardon me.. I've inadvertently 'scrambled' Thy HOLY NAME!
    just a typo.. sorry :)
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  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/31/2015 5:56:00 AM)

    a crush.. yeah.. how many of them! ;)

    'Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight? '
    Sjakespeare, As You Like It, Act III, Scene V

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  • Melissa Patty (8/30/2015 9:21:00 AM)

    Wise words spoken, love never dies. That feeling of just wanting to be recognized and the person doesn't respond is a hurtful feeling. Love brings you to reality because you then realize that that person is not really worth your time and effort. You deserve to be heard and not ignored. Well written poem of this situation! (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (8/30/2015 4:34:00 AM)

    True love and true sentiments never die.

    The Spanish Wine - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
    Habits easily developed,
    Difficult to give up,
    The habit to take the Spanish wine,
    before the meals,
    was too indecent.
    In absence of sherry,
    It will be painful,
    and irritating,
    may not take a meal tonight,
    But in a few days,
    I’ll be all right.
    The bottle of sherry
    will remain on the shelf.
    I was afraid of tremors
    of my weak old hands.
    The bottle is so beautiful!
    How could I break it!
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

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