The Tears Fall
28 July, 2003
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
It is a beautiful day
breeze gently blowing
birds happily sing
Yet, the tears fall
I watch a funny movie
I turn to laugh with you
Again, the tears fall
With friends all around
I watch the little ones playing
Sadly, the tears fall
I awake from a dream
And roll over to share it
And I realize you are no longer there
Lonely, the tears fall
Life continues going on
Things once done together
Will be done with your memories
That is why, the tears fall
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Seizure (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, July 30 2003, 01:43 pm|
While I can say I understood everything you portrayed in this work and felt it was very well written... I have to wonder if something happened to prompt this. I'm not going to lay out anything here for all to see, but if it's true, you can unload on me whenever you feel up to it.
See you around.
|MartinV (18.104.22.168) -- Wednesday, July 30 2003, 02:18 pm|
I'm with Seiz,
Very well done, and those of us who have know you for awhile, understand your solitude. I think, sometimes, when you have a moment to breath for yourself and for all the others that you help, you go back to better times, those memories. Should it be more then that, share it with us. We are part of a family, or we not?
|Enchantress (22.214.171.124) -- Wednesday, July 30 2003, 06:18 pm|
I loved this poem Dreamer. It was so beautiful, it almost made MY tears fall. Great writing, love your poetry. Keep it up!
|Tricia (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, July 30 2003, 08:47 pm|
WOW, as I read this lovely poem tears fell. For my love is far from me, and tears fall at out memories we once had and the ones soon to come. Thank you for this great piece of work. God Bless
|Terrie M. (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, August 4 2003, 06:48 am|
your poem was interesting and original. I liked it. Why is the back white though. Wow it's bright....I wonder what happened to the water, the water is nice. but cool poem
|JESSICA SUMMERS (184.108.40.206) -- Monday, February 9 2004, 03:10 pm|
A friend is someone we turn to,
when our sprits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure,
for our friend ship is a gift. A friend is someone who fills our liveswith beauty, joy, and grace.
|Julianna (172.16.26.160) -- Wednesday, February 11 2004, 08:14 pm|
Well the poem touches my heart and i think that this is a beautiful poem that I ever read before.
|Briana Marie (220.127.116.11) -- Friday, March 12 2004, 11:01 pm|
it made me think alot about my feelings and i know exactly what your trying to say in it. really really liked it.
|anneke (18.104.22.168) -- Saturday, December 4 2004, 10:27 pm|
i hope you can find your happyness and let go of the one that makes fret
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