Adeline Foster

Freshman - 971 Points (Instructor of poetry, Hagerstown, MD)

When Love Dies - Poem by Adeline Foster

Love died and yet
The bittersweet lived on
And little knew that pride was left
Now that the love was gone.

And so it grew and filled the house
With barbs and thorns and tares,
Till peace and hope and faith and trust
Withdrew their gentle wares.


Comments about When Love Dies by Adeline Foster

  • Rookie Davy Lungu (12/3/2013 2:11:00 PM)

    a really beautiful poem (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,594 Points Bri Edwards (1/18/2013 6:55:00 PM)

    i have an idea of what bittersweet means (especially after reading online definitions) , but i wish Adeline would tell me what she is referring to exactly. what are the sweet AND the bitter thoughts, feelings, objects, experiences or whatever that were left after the love was gone for the speaker. and if there truly was something sweet after love was gone, why did it seem that the bitter prevailed?
    any takers on the above question? personally i don't care much for love poems. i also see that one commenter doesn't like when other poets ask him to read poems and give reviews. at the risk of bothering him or anybody else (i don't mind the risk; what could he do to hurt me anyway? ? ?) i am now leaving the titles of four poems i have on poemhunter which deal with love.

    I Don't Care Much For Love Poems

    Soft

    Are You Really Better Without Me?

    Don't lose Heart After Losing A Love

    i've had four wives and at least two girlfriends whom i loved.....at least for a while. 3 divorces later i may know something about love and losing it.....maybe. my 5th anniversary with fourth wife is fast approaching. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 20 Points Mark Normand (8/17/2012 3:28:00 PM)

    Yes this is so true and some can't understand that when love dies it goes away never to return again.Only sorrow and regret remain.Very good poem and so true. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 151 Points Young Church Poetry (2/13/2012 2:09:00 AM)

    A very true poem, pride is very destructive when it comes to love. Great work, I believe everyone can relate to your poem. Love it........... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Reginald Francois (2/7/2012 4:43:00 PM)

    I really like this one it reminds me of my poem - After Joy Comes Misery (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Spiros Zafiris (11/16/2011 11:54:00 PM)

    ..it flows very well.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 145 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (8/24/2011 4:01:00 PM)

    The poem said it all in two quatrains. I agree with Heather above though. 'love never dies' (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 514 Points Vanessa Hughes (5/10/2011 5:58:00 AM)

    A great poem, I loved it! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Brad Losinglife (9/25/2010 1:45:00 PM)

    Wow! Incredible poetry! Loved it, keep it up! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 139 Points Romeo Della Valle (9/19/2010 2:11:00 PM)

    Excellent write! Very poignant and insightful! Keep it up! Great talent you got, my friend! 10+++, Love and Peace, ... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Louie -Love & Peace- Levy (8/13/2010 10:15:00 PM)

    We share;

    Still

    I will love you still
    when my heart you cannot fill
    Autumn leaves, leaves of love
    Blossoms, fragrant flowers,
    Pure heart-white Dove

    Wintry winds...eerie sounds...
    Clouds drifting, sunless sky
    Trees as my heart, barren of leaves
    Summer awaits, love sleeps

    Shine bright sun! Cloudless sky
    Awaken! 'Spring' of love
    Awaken our hearts to blossom

    Leaves, as our spirits re-birth
    Blossoms' immortal fragrance
    Breath of life, my heart to fill

    'I will love you, still'

    for Gloria L.

    © 1990

    Louie Levy (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Olivia Jackson (6/23/2010 8:17:00 AM)

    I love this! My favorite line is 'With barbs and thorns and tares,
    Till peace and hope and faith and trust Withdrew their gentle wares' I would also like to invite you to read and comment my poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Amrit Rathi (6/22/2010 11:48:00 AM)

    Great poem.... little knew that pride was left-EGO which fills the house with barbs and
    thorns....EGO remains till peace, hope and trust return.Well written! Thanks (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Angel OfGod (11/3/2009 5:30:00 PM)

    I am without words at the moment to express my appreciation for this wonderfully defining piece of art. I believe a child possesses the purest essence of love and at some point it is lost to a self-centered world. And now I see it expounded upon. Pride comes to fill the void where love once resided. And from pride extends a multitude of malcontent. I have amended my previous concept of love thanks to this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,704 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (10/18/2009 6:43:00 PM)

    I was attracted to this poem because I am still mourning the death of my dear mother who died exactly a week ago. It was not what I thought I would find. Yet it is profoundly penned, swimming in the sea of sadness and rich with realism. Thanks for sharing Adeline. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Lillian Thomas (8/7/2009 1:42:00 PM)

    I really like this one, neatly tied up with a ribbon, but it rings true on every line.My favorite lines are:
    'With barbs and thorns and tares,
    Till peace and hope and faith and trust
    Withdrew their gentle wares.' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Siddharth Singh (7/31/2009 2:44:00 PM)

    Incredible.
    When love dies, it takes away a
    lot with it.
    10. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kyrsten Gaddis (6/8/2009 6:48:00 PM)

    I love this poem. So true too. I love your poetry. -Kyrsten (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 445 Points marvin brato (2/6/2009 4:00:00 AM)

    A rdent revelation of a
    d ead love.
    e verytime this happens
    l ots of become broken hearted.
    i can relate to his phenomena
    n ow it is confirm that
    e ven love itself literally dies devoid of emotions! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 173 Points James Timothy Jarrett (1/4/2009 2:53:00 PM)

    Powerful piece. Beautiful and gripping. A small condensed dropp of sorrow at it's kernel. Thanks (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 23, 2012


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