Elizabeth Wesley Poet Rhyme

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.

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John Loving Iii April 12, 2023 at 8:14 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

Justin Bordner October 23, 2012 at 11:28 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. %

Terry O'Leary July 23, 2012 at 1:58 PM Very moving... Terry

Connie Marcum Wong June 15, 2012 at 11:14 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.

Keith Bickerstaffe May 23, 2012 at 6:04 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... :)

Cindy Lu May 14, 2012 at 9:06 AM deeply expressed poetry here... A mixture of the imagery and flow of the verses were very good. Cindy

Michelle Mac Donald May 10, 2012 at 12:40 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

Gwendolen Song May 7, 2012 at 4:58 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

Gwendolen Song May 7, 2012 at 4:55 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.

Michael J. Falotico April 29, 2012 at 5:12 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

M. Hussain Effendi April 29, 2012 at 2:09 PM Sooooo, no more writing on this topic then? Hehe! This is superb stuff, Elize. Keep it up

Terrell Martin April 29, 2012 at 9:54 AM Liz, as always...this moves me which means its pure poetry which reminds me you've got...SOUP MAIL:)

Tobey Hill April 26, 2012 at 2:21 PM excellent write...TAH

George Aul April 23, 2012 at 3:35 PM Very touching..........George

Robert Johnson April 22, 2012 at 2:56 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.

Prince Ekpemandu April 21, 2012 at 2:57 PM nice piece my dear..its been a while though.....how has your book stuff been going?

Phyllis Babcock April 20, 2012 at 3:40 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

Daver Austin April 19, 2012 at 3:01 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

Black Eyed Susan April 16, 2012 at 7:14 AM a touching write that flows nicely, embraced in sorrow. btw, congrats on your poem of the week at pft :)

Dinda Minardi April 14, 2012 at 11:43 PM A heartfelt piece. Love every line, I have forgotten your memory at last. A perfect ending, Elizabeth :)

John Aaron Green April 12, 2012 at 11:17 PM so sweet as always,,,saying hi,,and posting a poem,,trying to get back...

Dan Kearley April 12, 2012 at 12:27 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

Mohammad Yamin April 12, 2012 at 12:16 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

Laura Breidenthal April 11, 2012 at 4:05 PM How beautiful this is , and it speaks to me. Marvelous lines. Always, Laura

Tim B April 11, 2012 at 4:04 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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