Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Free verse

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18.01.2025

Anne-Lise Andresen
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- Etched In Stone -

            The eye in the jewelry box
            was the aged rusty gate
            Sensory images, 
            overgrown paths -
            Grief vent itself in tears
            No ties between past
            and future generations
            The mournful reverberation
            from the house of emptiness
            Sound of rain dropped merciless

            Dilapidated and abandoned
            Attacked by the ravages of time
 
            The once white painted walls, graffiti
            Ceiling beams arches, hammock
            Slate steps and slate top broken
            Decay of the years -
                                     etched in stone

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Mystic Rose Rose March 2, 2025 at 2:47 AM Amazing how does memories live on inside our hearts, never losing hold never letting go of us, well written Anne, Beautiful by its own right !

Edward Ibeh February 10, 2025 at 5:54 AM Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest with this wonderful poem, Anne-Lise. I enjoyed it.

Duke Beaufort January 21, 2025 at 1:46 PM Anne-Lise, I'm seeing what you wrote and hoping it could be fixed back to its original condition. But even so, the decay is artwork in itself and you describe it with real compassion. Smiles!

Joe Maverick January 21, 2025 at 2:24 AM Geez..Anne-Lise..I hope you were not thinking Of me when you wrote this one.?? Mind you I Reckon a makeover wouldent go amiss.?? The captcha code is haa btw.'

Karen Jones January 19, 2025 at 5:54 AM Beautiful work! I love the way you described the house with words like “ The mournful reverberation from the house of emptiness Sound of rain dropped merciless” Great job!

Valsa George January 19, 2025 at 3:26 AM Wherever we look, we see such abandoned houses where once life thrived, but now left to ruin. The plaster and paint gone, but the stone structure remains. Beautiful entry for the contest. All the Best, dear Anne. Love and hugs.

Abdullah Alhemaidy January 19, 2025 at 12:40 AM Great title! Nice poem! It reminds of an old temple I saw years ago. Have a nice day, hugs ~ AA Anne-Lise Andresen January 19, 2025 at 2:31 AM - Thank you very much for your comment, Abdullah :) - hugs

Victor Buhagiar January 18, 2025 at 10:08 PM A very profound poem. Life has a beginning and an end. Which, in a way, is unfortunate. A beautiful poem. Anne-Lise Andresen January 19, 2025 at 2:30 AM - True, but sad - Thank you very much for your comment, Victor :) - hugs

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh January 18, 2025 at 8:38 PM Shuch house I have seen and really felt nostalgic.Nice poem Anne-Lise Andresen January 19, 2025 at 2:29 AM - Sad to see... all is lost - Thank you for your comment, Akham :) - hugs

Me Me January 18, 2025 at 5:22 PM Definitely some secrets to be told about this monument , timeless in its own meaning, good writing… Anne-Lise Andresen January 19, 2025 at 2:27 AM - Thank you for your comment, Me Me :) - hugs

Joseph P. DiMino January 18, 2025 at 3:49 PM Things are not meant to last...even the art we make. What lasts is how we live...what inspired all our adventures and things. Great poetry! You get a FAV! Anne-Lise Andresen January 19, 2025 at 2:26 AM - Thank you very much for your comment and the fave, Joe :) - hugs

Jay Narain January 18, 2025 at 11:44 AM A nostalgic poem reflecting the association of the past with the present. Anne-Lise Andresen January 18, 2025 at 1:06 PM - Thank you very much for your comment, Jay :) - hugs

Silent One January 18, 2025 at 9:58 AM so many buildings are forgotten and you have captured their angst really well here... Anne-Lise Andresen January 18, 2025 at 1:03 PM - Thanks S.O., everything you go through in life helps build your inner strength - Thank you for your comment :) - hugs

John Read January 18, 2025 at 9:58 AM I wonder what secrets it holds, enjoyed reading your poem Anne. xx Anne-Lise Andresen January 18, 2025 at 1:06 PM - The sound of all the people who have come and gone... laughter and tears... (and some ghosts :) - Thanks for your comment, John :) - hugs

Sotto Poet January 18, 2025 at 8:47 AM Anne-Lise Your poetry focuses on the flow of time and the psychological weight of memory linked with a once-thriving location that has fallen into disrepair. It inspires feelings of nostalgia and sorrow, reflecting the spirit of forgotten memories and the unavoidable decay. Good luck with the contest. Anne-Lise Andresen January 18, 2025 at 12:59 PM - Days and years gone forever - memories or sorrows travel, Las :) - Thank you for your comment :) - hugs

Kim Rodrigues January 18, 2025 at 7:45 AM Those last two lines! Everything has a beginning, a newness then its dilapidation. You’ve written this well. Hugs ~ Kim Me Me January 18, 2025 at 5:24 PM Indeed she has written it well Kim, and dressed it well.. Anne-Lise Andresen January 18, 2025 at 12:53 PM - Thank you very much for your comment, Kim :) - hugs