Vallerie Lobell


Wind Whispers - Poem by Vallerie Lobell

When the wind whispers 'what might have been',
And brings forth your face from the past,
I can forget thoughts of anything else on my mind,
But the love that I hoped would last,

The saddest part is my love still grows,
Don't remember what caused us to part,
It seems we ended on friendly terms,
You let go of all but my heart,

The necklace you gave me always round my neck,
Frames of crystal and silver cases you gave,
Constant reminders scattered all around my room,
But it was the love that I so wanted to save,

I still have your voice archived in my phone,
A lonesome sound brings tears as it replays,
You have moved on but I'm still alone,
How I did love thee, still counting the ways,


Comments about Wind Whispers by Vallerie Lobell

  • (7/5/2009 12:19:00 AM)

    A very warm shaping of olden memories in a flowing patterns
    of the wind that can soak through the hearts and spill the liquid
    of remembrances anytime if one is attracted to the Nature.
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  • (9/13/2008 8:20:00 AM)

    What a lovely poem. so true to life. (Report)Reply

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  • Dr.subhendu Kar (3/15/2008 3:04:00 PM)

    love is blazed best by the remniscence
    still deeper when wakes the tear from eyes
    as the deepest when it whispers ever-..........really poignant and hurtful when lying lonely across the remniscence, great poem,10/10, thanks for sharing
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  • (3/12/2008 2:56:00 PM)

    I've got to say, that you are one of the best
    writers of rhythm and rhyme I've read so
    far. R&R writers are hard to find, and good
    ones are rare indeed. Count me as a fan,
    you're on my list, I'll be back.

    GW62
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  • (3/9/2007 10:39:00 AM)

    Vallerie, I know these feelings, especially the saving the voice, such a haunting reminder but sometimes we feel compelled to plut ourselves through the pain of listening. A very personal poem but so eloquently put. HG: -) xx (Report)Reply

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  • (3/9/2007 8:42:00 AM)

    gosh!
    its painful!
    Nice poem frend
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 29, 2011


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