Without Warmth

Without Warmth

A Poem by Dream Weaver

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He stands alone silently swallowing empty

 

affairs of the heart. Women mocked him severely

 

stealing bits and pieces of his enduring trust.

 

 

For all he had to offer was a pure genuine love.

 

Such an unconditional love, tossed out into the wind

 

of misfortune untouched by a women’s desire.

 

 

Still his hopes desires and dreams, avoiding his

 

fears that he shall remain cold and without warmth.

 

His appearance he knows is hard and worn but his

 

compassionate soul is that of beauty and conviction.

 

 

His vacant home is barely big enough to contain

 

all the tears he will shed, unlucky and misplaced

 

in a life of solitude and the unknown…

 

 

© 2010 Dream Weaver




Reviews

This was amazing. It let us see the inside of the character you are writing about. We may not have detailed physical descriptions but we have a heart of gold has been used for monetary gain. Now it is broke and lonely. The flow was smooth and the imagery clearly painted a picture of what the personality is on the character.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow silent scream, I felt tears spring to my eyes, this was a strong powerful emotional write! i wanted to reach out and give himthe warmth he long for! Great poem!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Powerful write...how many men feel like this? How many good hearted loving men are just cast aside for appearances? It's a crying shame!!!! Too often people are sized up and tossed out for being less than what "they" call perfect.

Thanks SS...you reminded me of something that erks me...vanity. But what's really sad (oh, you thought I was finished???...you should have known better) is that those who pass these lovely men miss out on the truest of loves.

Great write!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


You did music!!!!! Oh yes! This is perfection!

Way to go... Hmmmmm Hmmmmm Hmmmmm ..


Posted 13 Years Ago


Wow this blew me away.. Your imagery was so finely tuned, that I can still feel them deep inside my mind.. This was great!! I found myself going back over and over again, your words really touched me, and the fab thing, it so matched that pic you have with it!

Mags xx

Posted 13 Years Ago


It pains me to say, but I've known these words, as well. Well said.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


This is a beautiful poem, finely written, 'His vacant home is barely big enough to contain ~ all the tears he will shed ..'

So sad.

I wonder when women will stop abusing and using men who look tough and manly, yet inside are the softest, sweetest all-loving human beings who just want to share and give.

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Posted 13 Years Ago


Great lines: His vacant home is barely big enough to contain


all the tears he will shed, unlucky and misplaced


in a life of solitude and the unknown…
I suppose a rough man can sometimes have a soft interior, misjudged
by many.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 13 Years Ago


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This is another heart breaking read.. you need to stop already! can't take anymore sadness.. on the other day..another stomping write :)

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Posted 13 Years Ago


We all need warmth, but for many they remain lonely, used and unloved. I felt such sadness for this man, who may never know love like he wishes to give. You write a very moving poem, full of loss, and sorrow.

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Posted 13 Years Ago



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Dream Weaver
Dream Weaver

Paradise, FL



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