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I Will Forget You

You have forgotten the times that were tender You have hidden the wounds that cut deep; Sweet dreams of the past fade when the splendor Dims in the twilight as the sun goes to sleep. The haze of lost memories hovering over Will abandon the enchantment that lost its way And the arms of time will give hours to cover The raw wounds that darken the day. You will forget me, the love we once shared Has vanished in the attempt at disguise; The dream we once knew can't be repaired It’s gone with the light that once lit your eyes. Yearning for times past is beyond wanting For all we had, and love will soon seem An empty room with phantoms now haunting The space in your heart that died with the dream. I will forget you and forgive you for saying The callous words that brought such pain; Time moves on and the lament now playing Has moved on to a happier strain. I'm gone from your life, I am gone forever The times we shared now submerged in the past; Love buries it dead but sorrow kills never I have forgotten your memory at last.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/12/2023 8:14:00 AM
You will always be my favorite artest here. I came looking as times past I did also. and your still gone. You havent been erased. Liz where ever you are, maybe just burned out as I have been. I still love you and will become re inspired and just hope to use words as good as you. John H. Loving III
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Date: 10/23/2012 11:28:00 PM
You will not be conquered by the loss of yesterday Lizzie - your perspective of love is so real, so symbiotic - the last two lines are a philosophical feast for me - J.A.B. %
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Date: 7/23/2012 1:58:00 PM
Very moving... Terry
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Date: 6/15/2012 11:14:00 AM
Dear Elizabeth, Your rhyme is sublime in this poignant poem, with the sun's brightness ever shinning on your talent. I loved your book so much, I couldn't wait for it to get here, so I bought it for my nook as well and now have both copies to choose from depending where I am. I am very happy the cover to Polished Stones is red, so I can easily find it. Have a lovely day, as I will reading your poetry.
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Date: 5/23/2012 6:04:00 PM
The realization that a relationship is dead is hard to take, especially when you have been hurt by words said, or unsaid. '...I have forgotten your memory at last' takes time. Concentrate on 'that happier strain,' I'm tryin' also... :)
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Date: 5/14/2012 9:06:00 AM
deeply expressed poetry here... A mixture of the imagery and flow of the verses were very good. Cindy
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Date: 5/10/2012 12:40:00 PM
This is a heart wrenching read, Elizabeth! Much seems to have happened, however your two final lines feel as if you've jumped into a dingy, turned about at a buoy, and you are now back on level ground.:) Would have been a tippy voyage though! I'm so happy I've started reading your writes...thank you so very much for sharing!! Best wishes, Mikki
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Date: 5/7/2012 4:58:00 PM
I don't think John Aaron is much on the soup these days with the changes in his life..I know he would appreciate it...I will email it to him right now...Love, Gwendolen
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Date: 5/7/2012 4:55:00 PM
Hi Elizabeth, this is the 2nd poem that I've read today..and it too is a powerhouse of deep emotion! (Visit Yasmin Kahn's Pact poem as her last posting, will ya..It's great too!)...With Satan attacking so many marriages/families across the land, this poem will move many to tears...the analogy of an empty room with phantoms haunting is intense and I have sat in this empty room myself...The ending shows such a strong woman! Thanks, Elizabeth.
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Date: 4/29/2012 5:12:00 PM
Work like this comes only from a deep heart. We all have inner bruises that make us poets. Otherwise we wouldn't write. It's what makes me. Hugs n luv Michael
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Date: 4/29/2012 2:09:00 PM
Sooooo, no more writing on this topic then? Hehe! This is superb stuff, Elize. Keep it up
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Date: 4/29/2012 9:54:00 AM
Liz, as always...this moves me which means its pure poetry which reminds me you've got...SOUP MAIL:)
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Date: 4/26/2012 2:21:00 PM
excellent write...TAH
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Date: 4/23/2012 3:35:00 PM
Very touching..........George
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Date: 4/22/2012 2:56:00 PM
And so it is written, our love in dismay. The lost pot of gold, the suns last warm ray. I'll take any sentence I get from your poem. For reading them is just like coming home.
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Date: 4/21/2012 2:57:00 PM
nice piece my dear..its been a while though.....how has your book stuff been going?
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Date: 4/20/2012 3:40:00 PM
A touching write of lost love. The dreams of what was once is now lost in the past. So sad when love is gone and cannot be rekindled. love phyl
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Date: 4/19/2012 3:01:00 PM
This rings familiar. For me there is true irony here, as though words can erase those past strong emotions - a willing out of the mind. I like this one even better the second time around. Love, Dave
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Date: 4/16/2012 7:14:00 AM
a touching write that flows nicely, embraced in sorrow. btw, congrats on your poem of the week at pft :)
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Date: 4/14/2012 11:43:00 PM
A heartfelt piece. Love every line, I have forgotten your memory at last. A perfect ending, Elizabeth :)
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Date: 4/12/2012 11:17:00 PM
so sweet as always,,,saying hi,,and posting a poem,,trying to get back...
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Date: 4/12/2012 12:27:00 PM
I certainly hope that it was not I? With callous words? For I hope the splender we shared will never fade... My sweety :o) xoxo
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Date: 4/12/2012 12:16:00 PM
What a touching poem, Elizabeth. An impressive write. Although you vow to forget him, he is very much present in your sub-conscience. In fact it is very difficult to forget the happy moments of the past. Sometimes it is the memory of those happy moments that keeps a person living. It is so paradoxical. Thanks for your extremely kind comments on my poem The Wound, Elizabeth. No pleasure in the world has reduced the pain and anguish. -Mohammad
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Date: 4/11/2012 4:05:00 PM
How beautiful this is , and it speaks to me. Marvelous lines. Always, Laura
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Date: 4/11/2012 4:04:00 PM
Love the lines 'will abandon the enchantment that lost its way' 'and the arms of time will give hours to cover' 'the raw wounds that darken the day'. This is excellent personification, you really draw out the emotions involved in such a process. Thanks for stopping by my poetry Mrs. Elizabeth
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