Lost & Alone (poem) by Tinka Boukes on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on February 13, 2010

This poem is precious and sad rolled into one Tink!
Emotionally taken!
I love the painting too! "YOU" have such amazing talents!!!! Don't YOU forget that!
It's YOU!

Blessings of LOVE! PEACE! and Joy, SOULFUL_PurplePaSsionsSHEEoxxo

Reviewed by Lena Kovadlo

Reviewed on January 13, 2010

This is a very emotional poem that will probably speak to other readers in some way. Thanks so much for sharing. I enjoyed it.

Lena

Reviewed by Richard Orey

Reviewed on January 4, 2010

One of our overlooked but most powerful of emotional drives is to be connected.

How well I remember the feeling, Tinka. When I was a youngster, I truly was "Lost & Alone." But then something dramatic happened that changed my life. Not too long ago I wrote a short story about it called, "Rescue Me." I invite all to share my true adventure.

Nowadays, I try to keep this in mind: We are never alone. God is everywhere and never more than a prayer away.

Happy New Year, my dear friend.
Richard

Reviewed by Andy Turner

Reviewed on December 23, 2009

maybeitscosyoulostthecricket!

The poem floats on the breeze in a sad lonesome way.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on December 6, 2009

A Beautiful write my Friend Tinka
Been missing you here
need some more of that wonderful poetry of
Your thoughts
Love & Peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on November 26, 2009

So many thoughts manifest here...the dramatic pen of despair and loss can scribble ovations! Stand for this one! :)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Morning Star

Reviewed on November 21, 2009

Tinka this is so very sad
Could feel your sadness in your word
They say dreams forewarn of upcoming changes
Don't know if its true
In any case some times they leave us feeling empty

Outstanding writing the picture combines
Beautifully with verse

Wishing You Peace Love and Light....Hugsss too...Yolie

Reviewed by Jon Willey

Reviewed on November 21, 2009

this is very dramatic Tinka -- and very sad and moving -- your art work revels a starkness that matches the reality of your impression -- may a smile land on your cheek and embrace you with love my dear friend -- peace and love -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on November 21, 2009

So sad... another dream shall come, Tinky.

Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen

Reviewed on November 20, 2009

lost dreams can leave a void, tinka.
well said.
cg

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on November 20, 2009

What you need are some warm hands to caress your silky white body.
I see you still write like a queen poetess. A very moving write, Tinka.
GOD Bless
Tony

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on November 20, 2009

You can feel the sadness in every word and in the lovely art work...there will be better days ahead. well done

Carole~

Reviewed by Susan de Vegter

Reviewed on November 20, 2009

So lonely in every line. Your art makes a great graphic for this sad poem.
Blessings and love,
Susan

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on November 20, 2009

Hope that gail force wind soon turns into a pleasant little breeze, Tinky.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on November 20, 2009

The wind came and took the sorrows aways and left soft memories so you could peruse them when you are alone.

Georg

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

All the dispair one can feel yet searching for something better....

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

this expression is very well versed, pulls the reader into the heart emotions...self hugs when suffering and feel the humility of life's experience, the wind will carry it away...and within the alone is the appreciation of life

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

sad we can change the past ... all we can do is move with the aftermath of the wind's dreams ...

be well, Tinka ...

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

This is such a sad write Tinks...so filled with yearning for what may have been...
fee

Reviewed by m j hollingshead

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

powerful work

Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

you're not alone Tinks, me thinks, I give you some loving winks, cool verse of lonliness though, hugs&love

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

Moving emotions, blowin' in the wind

Reviewed by Stephen Cherring

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

I dunno which is the more delightful The poem or your name. In any case I like both.
well written Tinka....Tinka....Tinka....can't stop saying it lol
Blessings ,..steve

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

Very well expressed indeed. God bless.

Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

nicely expressed-nice to read your work again.

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

Nicely done Sissy ...
blessings ...
r

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

We endure seasons of cold.
May it be Spring for you before you know it.

John

Reviewed by m w

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

This I know Tinka, you will never be alone

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

The mind can do horrible things to our thought processes, Tinka, and then they are gone, to be forgotten in a short while. I know I have had my share of daymares.

Reviewed by Walt Hardester

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

"Like I just lost something precious."

As long as it stays in your heart, it is never lost.

Walt

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

I wish you could be happy, Tinka; I worry about you! Compelling poem and artwork; well done! You are in my prayers!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

I can relate to what you express within your verses, TinkaSweets; and I empathize. Your art very effectively complements your poem. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on November 19, 2009

Our thoughts at times can leave us puzzled, creating imaginary problems that a good nights sleep will dismiss.