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Write a poem about love [1]
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wordsandwishes
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Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:22 am
wordsandwishes
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Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:22 am
Well, the title pretty much sums it up: Write a poem about love.
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AlfredSymon
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Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:09 am
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Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:09 am
wordsandwishes
Love is love
but for people
it means more than which
it is
for it is merely less than
the word it means,
but is much more than being love
itself.
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Tue Jul 09, 2013 10:26 am
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Tue Jul 09, 2013 10:26 am
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InTheTrees
Um..well, this is about love, sort of...I hope its not irrelevant..I wrote this when I was going through a relationship crisis.
Sentinel trees blinded by swaying fronds
Wide armed canopies embracing the sun
Their soft shadows cling to my skin
Blushing shyly with desire
The searing light cannot undress me now
The dimpled sunshine has lost its glare
In its flirtatious forays among the leaves
My broken virtue is my own.
Branches twisted in a permanent caress
Hold me above the sweaty clinging earth
Besotted crickets crooning love songs
And fickle-hearted birds swooning in lust
Clothe my naked arms in innocence
Untouched by roving searching eyes
Yellow, red, orange, ochre
Emotions of every timbre
Swirl gently to the ground
Piling up in drifts
To fade away to brown
Here within the drowsy dreaming grove
Unsung and unannounced, is forgiveness.
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