Comments : Trains

  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    Trains . . . , I love that, wonderful beginning. Might the rest of it even better, even though it's hard to think that that is possible when it was soooooo good!! 100/100

  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    Can't stop reading it, I love this so much, it's still soooooo outstanding!

  • 11 years ago

    by CathyButterflyJC

    "Now that we are over, your Heart reached 'end of line'"
    I really really really love this line, it really jumped out at me and my eyes filled with tears GREAT JOB

  • 11 years ago

    by Rebecca Bentley

    Your work is brilliant peter! Every single one of your poems I fall in love with and feel although I can relate to each one. You have such a wonderful talent!

  • 11 years ago

    by Rebecca Bentley

    Your work is brilliant peter! Every single one of your poems I fall in love with and feel although I can relate to each one. You have such a wonderful talent!

  • 11 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Another Splendidly Rhymed Piece Peter, Great Job!!!

  • 11 years ago

    by Amreen

    Pete, a very beautiful poem. I really love your rhyme and the essence of this piece:)
    Splendid!!
    Keep writing:):)

  • 11 years ago

    by Marvellous

    When it's high time, Summary arrives. Nothing has come to stay, but Truth. Another brain-storming output!

  • 11 years ago

    by tainted melody

    The scenario that this poem describes sounds almost like a movie, and that is kind of how it played out in my head as I read it. good job!

  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Another wonderfully rhymed and written piece of work, Peter - wonderful flow throughout which made it a pleasure to read.
    All the very best,
    Ben

    • 8 years ago

      by PETER EDWARDS

      Many thanks Ben for your comment! Always appreciated!

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    You really do spin a tale so very well. This one tells of a lovely red headed lady/lover who lives a more than just a few stops down the line. I could feel the excitement, the anticipation waiting for the journey to be complete, counting down the stations, the miles until you both could 'be'.

    Like so many love stories, this one had to come to the 'end of the line' - I could feel the sadness, the regret. Its right that sounds and sights can bring back memories, in this poem they bring back her, and the love you shared and still hold inside. What can one do when they feel this way? Pray, that's the ticket, pray that one day she'll get off at your stop so there can be 'you and I' again.