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Poets Corner => Review My Poetry => Topic started by: Saphía on May 14, 2006, 05:49:23 PM

Title: poem
Post by: Saphía on May 14, 2006, 05:49:23 PM
Love didnt happen
It hurt, I cried.
Then you told me
I hurt more.
Competing against friends,
for love?

I can hate the ones he loves.
cope with that.
But fighting with you,
for him.
Is it right?
should I?

I can sit and watch him smile at you,
with tears, in my eyes.
But to watch him love you?
i cant.
I love him.
I Love him....



Title: Re: poem
Post by: tharpa on May 15, 2006, 09:25:04 AM
Purely for fun in reply from a cynical old f**t!

Love is:

my squirrel merrily munching away at the seed I have lovingly ladeled out for my blue jay darlings - now exiled by this chattering red rodent!

blades of grass rubbing together in the breeze.

Dust in the wind.

Blue sky, catching in my heart, plucking a tear as I let go of my last breath, finally.

Love is a catch in my throat as she passes by.

Love is my mother saying good morning, and meaning it.

Love is the garbage thrown away by the side of the road, quivering as the trucks charge by, uncaring.

Love is a lone crow, cawing in northern wastes, surrounded by snow.

Love is the cry of us all, the sigh of us all, the why of us all.

It hurts, doesn't it?
Title: Re: poem
Post by: roxxi on May 19, 2006, 08:50:23 AM
this is really good