Reply Poems - Poems about Reply

Life span expires around 100 That final flash behind the brain dies fast — If I could choose, I’d leave this fleeting land Beside the man I love, my lifelong friend. Yet fate is cruel; now I must live on, As if the one I love has gone away, Learning how to bear the restless storm, From someone long lost in my...

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So, in so many ways past and present mesh, it's reminiscence of everything I have been through. I thought, I thought I had bid adieu. And then a poem from 2020. A soft laughter fill with tears, a glance A view from 2025 hello !! goodbye, hello ! again. I feel like I've met my long lost friend (...

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Why weren't any of the great emperors, or even those of lesser renown, enticed to acquire such a rich piece of land in the East? There aren’t much of historical archives shedding light on the subject, but it is possible that events could unfold in this way – Plutarch could have expounded this legend far...

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THE SUN "I hate it here," says the sun, "I shine too bright. My endless burning's never done, You get to glide in the velvet nigt." THE MOON: "Your fiery voice I hear so plain," The Moon then whispered, soft and low, "I paint the world with silver stain, And secrets of the darkness know." THE STARS (COLLECTIVE VOICE): The stars blinked slowly, far and high, "Your...

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At the sound of your bell I rush to reply But it rings in the dream I see In a moment away it flies There’s no us in reality Once we were, then we disappeared Died for no reason at all But the sound of your bell I hear Be assured I have heard your call Comes the evening, the day is gone By...

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John Michael Osbourne looks so tired and worn when asked to respond he could only say something no one could understand ...

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Your pain is shared, Jim; I go to annoy by car, not quite on a whim, to relatives who chatter ‘bout things I'm assured matter. ...

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“To be, or not to be?” asks Hamlet's soul, a mind transfixed between the depths below and life's thin, airy hold: this desperate role, I still play; although, from despair I know that meaning consists neither in wealth, pleasure, nor youth, might,...

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“Be a virgin your first time in bed once you’ve married,” my dear mother said. “But why do I see a picture of me from the day, Mama dear, YOU were wed?”...

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" As I’ve said before, I love when readers find their take of the story. We oft write collaborations :) " ~ The big poetess Kim Rodrigues. Wonderful comment reply!...

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I look outside my window and stare Is it me that feels so unaware? My head spins lightly moving the pieces I move them around make masterpieces The world outside glooms so unkind I want to grieve but it holds my mind I shouldn’t be so dramatic But I can’t help to admire the cinema-tics I color and...

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“To be, or not to be?” asked Hamlet's soul, a mind transfixed between looming limbo and life's thin, airy hold; this loathsome role, philosophers and poets have played (though some now sleep). Not wealth, nor the lap of pleasure, nor thought, strength,...

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Reminiscing notes you sent from your peacock feather quill, kind editor Embrace did I, your keen buoyancy, words whether grounded or surreal Private musing you penned upon parchment brought tears of joy, mentor Lavish poetry, and sage...

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It is not mandatory However, I feel that it is my duty To respond to Carl Brouard ‘Knowing how to drink is not an art Drinking is not a duty’ But a necessity which is obligatory As it is crucial even vital to drink Water regularly. Choosing such a random fate ‘To drink one’s youthfulness Until reaching drunkenness’ Sang Charles Aznavour Is no longer in fashion....

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I sincerely apologize on my own behalf It has taken me so long To have eventually woken up And to respond and reply To you as you did to me As I was so taken up in my own ego and self With you complimenting and embellishing me With undue undeserving praise I never was able or took my time to...

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