Anthony Di'anno

Silver Star - 3,236 Points (Yorkshire)

People Come - Poem by Anthony Di'anno

People come people go, every one,

Trespassing flowers with breezes that blow,

Some belong to lives not long then they're gone,

To live among change in memory's flow.

As Autumn's end sorrow sends Winter's test,

One by one people come bearing their gifts,

The lone trees mourn lost leaves torn from each nest,

Songs are sung life is strung between such drifts.

'Til Spring arrives so must thrive dormant seeds,

'Til fresh life, strong through strife, sends cautious peep,

While people come people go, fulfill needs,

Seeds we sow slowly grow whilst Summer's creep,

Still, one by one still we come, then we go,

Trespassing flowers as breezes that blow.

Topic(s) of this poem: Bereavement

Poet's Notes about The Poem

for Val

Comments about People Come by Anthony Di'anno

  • Pamela Sinicrope Pamela Sinicrope (1/25/2016 4:22:00 PM)

    This poem about bereavement, shows us a way to cope. I like the way you compare the people, in number, type, and degree of intensity, to the seasons and vegetation. I wrote a poem about my children in a similar fashion, and one about myself as a tree. There is so much that links all of the life on this earth, and one BIG one is our transience. I love the way you write, the flow of your words, your adherence to rhyme and meter; all without sacrificing the fluidity of the writing. What a wonderful piece. (Report) Reply

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  • Souren Mondal Souren Mondal (1/24/2016 9:35:00 PM)

    It is a fact almost universally acknowledged that we, as human beings, are bound have a life where people will come into our lives, affect us, either positively or negatively, and then leave. It is the way in which you present this fact that is commendable. The language is precise, the words choosen to perfection, and the line 'Tresspassing flowers as breezes that blows' is highly poetic, and very, very apt. Wonderful poem Anthony. Count me as a fan of yours, I am really grateful to your poems, and feel lucky that I discovered you.. Thank you for these words, they are wonderful. (Report) Reply

  • Daniel Brick Daniel Brick (7/13/2014 2:45:00 PM)

    This is such a beautiful sonnet the only thing for me to do is to re-read it... I'm adding it to my Favorite Poems collection. This is the type of poem I am especially partial to (a lot of your readers will agree with this!) -
    the poem tells the truth about the transience of our lives which parallel the seasons, each in turn displaying beauty for all to see and then withdrawing right on time to make room for the next season's display. This might be seen as a tragic fate, but not to me, and the reason it is not involves that display of transient beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Smoky Hoss (10/3/2013 4:45:00 PM)

    So true, so good. Thoughtful piece. (Report) Reply

  • Robinson (9/29/2013 3:25:00 PM)

    Hello and goodbye, and all the time between too short. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool Shahzia Batool (9/29/2013 12:57:00 PM)

    Empathy is what makes the bond stronger than ever before, and the words of consolation coming from heart lead to the heart intended...the poem is good for many reasons as all have pointed out here...the essence of existence as the theme, while the internal sounds and rhymes worked wonders...yes, it is a gift sincerely composed! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George Valsa George (9/29/2013 2:28:00 AM)

    Yes, birth and death are two truths that never change. The only variant is the time of these two occurrences! While some stay longer, others have a relatively shorter time! That's the only difference! Before the inevitability of Death, we have no say. A nice dedication to Val! Rhymes beautifully! (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (9/28/2013 2:27:00 PM)

    Wow sublime rhythmic poem nice refrain. Pennd so finely indeed!
    Pls do review my latest on nature too. (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (9/28/2013 9:55:00 AM)

    You have captured the essence of human existence. The pathos of the bitter and the sweet, all
    captured in a moving, sad and unique sonnet.. I must give pause as I am in my winter. -10 (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu Babatunde Aremu (9/27/2013 10:37:00 PM)

    This is highly philosophical drawn from deep pool of experience. Great job. I like it (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham Hazel Durham (9/27/2013 5:28:00 AM)

    Stunning write with beautiful lines, we never know when our time is up in this ever changing world! (Report) Reply

  • Alookh (matin) Alookh (matin) (9/27/2013 4:13:00 AM)

    MY GOD! ! ! ! ! 10+++! ! ! perfect! yeah really really perfect! ! ! ! ! .......i do love the rhyme in this poem! totally different! ! ! unique.....great piece! ! ! ....i admire of the most beautiful poems from u!
    thanks gonna add it to my poem list! ;) (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren Valerie Dohren (9/26/2013 2:56:00 PM)

    Thank you for this lovely poem Anthony. We are all born to die, no-one is permanent, we do indeed come and go, and live like the seasons, from Spring through to Winter. But some never reach Winter, and that's what is really sad. . (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul Unwritten Soul (9/25/2013 6:30:00 AM)

    Oh dear, beautiful..definitely lovely for our friend, Val
    somehow it makes me think of myself
    i wish i just a seed that never sprout
    so i cant never be a tree to grow
    i dont have to see my leaves fall in autumn
    or frozen with sorrowfulness in the winter
    and live in pain to remember spring and summer
    where birds once with me, but now they are gone
    maybe i am good once, not for other time
    and they left hurt
    left me speechless
    maybe i am not the good one
    if i never sprout and be a tree
    maybe i dont have to endure this
    but i have grown as a tree
    so i just wait
    till somebody cut me
    and i died and forgotten
    where time swallow all my stories
    and left all of me speechless
    for hurt to talk again
    about me..
    _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (9/24/2013 6:43:00 AM)

    Indeed they do and always will as seasons and the fleeting days. Well said. (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine Diane Hine (9/24/2013 6:41:00 AM)

    'life is strung between such drifts' - great line. I like the tone of the poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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