Back when things were good...

by dm74

Published March 27, 2024

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This poem is untitled but given what I've been going through lately, I'm trying to remember what made me fall in love with my friend in the first place. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and reading it just now is helping me feel better and helping me remember why I'm friends with her. It's also helping me have faith that we will get through this. 

I remember the first time;

I noticed your personality,

But, at the start, I saw your eyes.

Those eyes, your smile;

Your comfort, your light.

It’s like a song that resonates; pure and bright.

I had to meet you; see this through.

Were you as nice as you looked?

Or just a beautiful view?

I took a breath, pushed back my fears.

I said hello and saw you were genuine and sincere.

Weeks went by, then a month and more

Our conversations deepened,

opening a door.

I let down my guard, began to trust,

Sometimes it’s hard, but being brave is a must.

A year will pass,

so much will grow.

We’ll be different people;

The future; still unknown.

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EllieMae
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EllieMae wrote a review Review · Aug 1, 2024

Hey friend! What a lovely poem of yours. I decided to stop by and leave you a quick review for this lovely work of art. Let's jump right into the review:

To begin, in my interpretation, this poem talks about falling in love with your best friend and the progression of that relationship overtime. It feels like a very heartfelt reflection that you wrote, when you were probably overwhelmed with how you're feeling and how people change.

I noticed your personality,

But, at the start, I saw your eyes.

Those eyes, your smile;

Your comfort, your light.

It’s like a song that resonates; pure and bright.


You speak about your friend in such a tender way. I love how you start with the personality, then the progression into physical details. This was really interesting since it was a poem. I would love to see even more descriptions about her personality. You move from these physical descriptions, and how you feel comforted by her. You describe her as being a song that resonates purity and brightness. This really does feel like a love poem, whether this person loves you back or not. I can tell how deep in person it is to you. That's one thing I love about all of your poetry and writing, I can tell how genuine it is.

A year will pass,

so much will grow.

We’ll be different people;

The future; still unknown.


I liked the rhymes that you've used. They're kind of hidden throughout the poem, and not super prominent, but they still stand out to me and help the flow, especially in these last four lines, here, where you rhyme grow with unknown. I love the progression. You talk about how you're growing into new people and will have an unknown future, it leaves this sort of confusing emotion. It's not happy, but it's not sad, it's sort of in between, but everything at the same time. I sense hope and resentment, but also happiness and gratitude and sadness. Overall, this was a lovely poem, and I enjoyed reading it. Keep writing!

Your friend,
Ellie

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KaavyaK
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KaavyaK wrote a review Review · Apr 10, 2024

This is a very sweet and lovely poem.

The great thing about this poem is its awesome description of the girl the author is talking about; I can easily visualize the girl's face. The powerful usage of each and every word in this poem is very effective.

Keep on writing more and more poems and do share them with us.
Waiting for more.
Thank you.

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angelinamar
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angelinamar wrote a review Review · Mar 27, 2024

"Were you as nice as you looked?

Or just a beautiful view?"

I feel as though some people may not be as nice as they look and maybe that people who considered not so "good-looking" are the nicest people in the world- but overall I really like this poem and I think you should continue romance poetry, it seems to be one of your many strengths.

dm74 replied · Mar 27, 2024

I have a ton of romance poetry in my book Unspoken Melodies. I'd love for you to read that and tell me what you think!



Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.
— Noam Chomsky