The Forgotten Child – An Emotional Sonnet of Longing and Recognition

In a world often overshadowed by indifference, ‘The Forgotten Child’ speaks to the innate desire for connection and understanding. This emotional sonnet captures the essence of those silent voices longing to be heard, inviting us to pause and listen.

The Whisper of Leaves

In the quiet glen where shadows play,
Beneath the boughs where soft winds sway,
The leaves converse in rustling tones,
A symphony crafted in nature’s own bones.

With every flutter, a secret told,
Of sunlit mornings and nights so bold,
Each whisper dances on warm, sweet air,
A tale of beauty, beyond compare.

Golden rays filter through emerald crowns,
Painting the earth with soft golden browns,
Here time stands still, in nature’s embrace,
Where worries dissolve, leaving only grace.

So let us wander through this serene space,
Hand in hand, in a gentle pace,
For in the hush of the woods we find,
The tender connection of heart and mind.

As we traverse the landscapes of our lives, let us remember the quiet voices that linger in the shadows. Every whisper holds a story, a plea for recognition, urging us to embrace compassion and empathy as we navigate our shared human experience.

  • Topic: Sad Poems
  • Message:This poem poignantly reflects on the impact of neglect and the profound need for acknowledgment, reminding us that every voice deserves to be heard, no matter how faint.
  • Emotions evoked: longing, sadness, reflection
Sonnet| Emotional| Silence| Listening| Connection| Childhood Trauma
By Sandra B. poemopedia.com

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