Portraits of the Past
In gilded frames the quiet faces gleam,
Light pools like memory along the seam,
A whispered smile recalls a vanished day,
Soft echoes hold the footsteps gone away.
The painter's hand froze moments in a glance,
Time held in pigment, giving ghosts a chance,
We read the hush between the lines they cast,
And find our vanished names within the past.
So hang these portraits where the light can stay,
Let dust and sun conspire to show the way,
For in each gaze the future learns to last,
And keeps the living tethered to the past.
Share This
Latest Poem
Mi Espejo Verdadero
19 Sep 2026
The Guiding Light
18 Sep 2026
Redención
16 Sep 2026
Amizade Sincera
15 Sep 2026
Ode to the Falling Drops
13 Sep 2026
L'Avventura del Viaggio
13 Sep 2026
A Sombra da Vergonha
12 Sep 2026
Sakura's Whisper
11 Sep 2026
El Amanecer Dorado
10 Sep 2026