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Zyrool Gifford Poem
Memories slip by
like a breeze
The heart
Aches
For in the far distance
of the soul
There’s a face haunting
it's core
A moment of warmth
A simple gesture
Unforgettable
A lifetime of devotion
To one heart
Upon reflection
Unregrettable
By Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2024
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Zyrool Gifford Poem
The Faded Garden Swing
If the flaked paint on the old swing
could speak, it would tell stories of
days long ago,
Of children's laughter and their bare,
muddy feet,
Of fireflies caught and imprisoned in
empty jam jars,
Like the fireflies, my memory flickers,
trying to recall who lived across the
street.
The faded swing’s rusty chains creaked
loudly under my weight, an old familiar
song,
And the scent in the air from the aged
honeysuckle, still going strong,
An old familiar perfume of yesteryear,
At this moment, suspended between
the then and now, time stands still.
Once the echoes of children’s giggles,
now a silent yard,
Images of scraped knees, loud cries
and a lemonade stall,
In the distance, the sound of an old
church bell rings,
Here, on this faded garden swing,
I sit in the past with the weight of
what was and of what can never be
again.
Now, shadows linger in silence,
Where children once soared with
dreams,
Oh, faded swing, a keeper of stories
of joy and pain,
You hold the essence where memories
remain,
At last, I am home, in the place where
time stands still.
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2025
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The echoes of Winter are fading from
view,
Softly, time whispers, out with the old,
make way for the new,
The sun is shining bright, and the sky
is blue,
Let’s get ready to embrace the gentle
Spring breeze and start anew.
Gardens and open fields are buzzing
with change,
Watered by Winter’s snow, rising from
the rich soil are bulbs and seeds of the
hopes we did sow,
Rows and rows of Daffodils, Tulips and
Bluebells, neatly arranged,
A vibrant sight of Spring blooms
a gardener's delight in watching
them grow.
Birds are singing sweet songs,
The Rivers are flowing freely,
and rabbits are dancing, oh, what
a beautiful show,
So let’s join in the Spirit of Spring,
throw our worries into the last of the
melting snow, and watch them simply
just go.
by Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2025
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Looking deep into your invitingly,
warm, brown eyes, I suddenly felt
intoxicated, as if I were drunk,
Drunk, dizzy, and unbalanced,
Unbalanced, I stumbled right into an
old tree,
Tree, it wasn’t any old tree; it was
the tall palm tree, our secret meeting
place.
Place, a heart-shaped rose garden,
where endless hours of daydreaming
and making plans,
Plans of things and places we
would visit and explore,
Explore and wander through some
of those great cities around the
world,
World! That wonderful world was our
dream. How nice if I could return to
those old, carefree, lazy days.
Days where we could just lay in the
warm tropical sun, listening to our
favourite love songs, enjoying the
cool sea breeze, oblivious to time,
drifting us right into
sunset,
Sunset worked its magic on our
souls, inciting feelings of romance,
Romance, throughout our romantic
phase, you were thoughtful and
generous, and always did everything
with great love.
Love, our love was blooming
beautifully like a Rose garden in
Springtime,
Springtime sadly doesn’t last forever,
Forever wasn’t meant for you and me,
Me and you, it was our destiny to
meet and then part,
But alone and abandoned, I could
never be, for in my heart,
Those unforgettable memories of
the “us” dwell in a perpetual embrace,
undisturbed in eternal bliss.
By Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2025
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Zyrool Gifford Poem
In the quiet morning light, for the first
time, I truly gazed into the mirror,
What I saw was unrecognisable,
I must confess I was close to it but
had to draw closer still,
I was surprised to see a jigsaw of
times past.
Once a canvas, unmarked,
Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons
learnt and experiences lived,
Fine lines depict laughter, joy and
worry,
Scars show battles fought and love lost,
Spots show signs of neglect.
The colours in a once shiny black crown,
Changed to threads of silver and
reddish-brown,
Eyes once full of dreams now reflect
the wisdom of life’s true realities,
And smiling lips have somehow
lost their smile.
I told myself that I was half asleep,
so I rubbed my eyes and washed my
face,
Then made sure all the lights were on,
and looked in the mirror again,
Time’s gentle hand had left its trace,
I was taken aback and childishly asked
the mirror to explain.
In the silence of wonder, I saw the
truth in my reflection, a weathered
face,
As the seasons came and went they
laid shadows on the terrain,
Showing a journey where youth and
wisdom blend,
Gently, I touch each line on the surface.
Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the
years gather,
To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude
and grace, I embrace my refrain.
By Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2025
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As the last thread of darkness bids
farewell, it took a swipe at their
peaks,
A thick coat of mist casts a wet blanket
over their faces and swiftly leaves,
Then, out comes the glow of Dawn’s
first golden rays cascading warmth all
over them,
Giant guardians of the earth, through
it all, the mountains stood in silence,
Dawn by the Mountainside, both beautiful
and harsh, taught me a lesson in patience
and endurance.
As the world awakes, songbirds herald
in the break of a new day,
A gentle wind begins to stir, caressing
everything in its way,
Leaves from the valley's tall trees made
a soft musical sound,
And the sunlight glistened as it danced
across the winding river,
Oh, dawn by the mountainside is full of
treasures I’m blessed to have found.
In nature’s open space of solitude and
serenity, worries melt away,
And hearts can find peace in the
graceful beauty of its view,
So, walk by where the mountains stand
in the early morn,
For dawn by the Mountainside,
refreshes the soul and ignites the fire
in the heart, making you feel alive and
spankingly anew.
by Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2025
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In the realm of memories, there lies
an unforgettable smile, ethereal and
bright,
It etched its mark upon my soul on a
beautiful moonlit night.
It danced with joy, illuminating hearts
with its sweetness and charm.
It was invitingly radiant, friendly
and warm.
The smile was a simple gesture,
for in its presence, worries seemed
to vanish,
It was an unwavering light in the
darkest of times,
It spoke volumes in silence while
giving a nod of acknowledgement
and a feeling of relief.
Though the years have passed, and
time may fade,
Captivated by its magic, against my
will, the memory of that smile
forever stays in my soul.
For in that unforgettable smile,
for a brief moment, I saw a glimpse
of Heaven here on Earth.
by Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2024
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aiming for the skies
leaves dancing to the wind’s song
Nature’s life-givers.
By Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2024
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Her golden dreams have disappeared,
Leaving her heart drained,
The echo of his sweet voice keeps her
awake,
Lost love pains and lingering longings
ache.
Waiting for the light of morn,
It’s so different from the old
norm,
Whispers of sweet nothings
all gone,
Old memories nag, but she fights
hard to stay strong.
Her broken heart is irreversible,
Imprints of happiness he left behind,
erasing them is impossible,
Words and thoughts are jumbled,
Her heart, a shattered vessel,
finally crumbles.
by Zyrool
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2025
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Words are miracles with great power.
Stringing the right ones together can
be constructive.
Using the wrong ones can be
destructive.
Words uttered in anger when heard
are like the winds of a hurricane,
Shattering and destroying,
useless to retract or recall,
leaving confusion and pain.
Damage done, efforts all in vain,
Oh, what a crying shame.
Words are comforting and can change
tears and sadness into smiles
and laughter,
When spoken softly and sweetly to a crying child,
a lonely person, or a lover, they leave happy feelings long after.
Words, be they easy or hard,
long or short, choose them carefully,
be precise, considerate, and respectful,
but never ambiguous.
Word, Words, Words,
use them wisely to avoid that dreadful thing
called blame.
Copyright © Zyrool Gifford | Year Posted 2024
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