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I am your bones; I am your skin

by WritersUnleashed

Published March 30, 2011

An interesting love poem I just came up with:

Spoiler! :
Your skin hugs your bones;
Its love developed from the ages.
Years and years of companionship.
Both so close; Both so delicate.
They have grown up with you;
They have never left your side.
It's true they have been torn apart.
But given though, who hasn’t?
With love and honor, they protect.
Never letting down their sturdy guard.
While they both have separate jobs.
Love for you intertwines them.
My special one; my dearest friend.
I am your bones; I am your skin.

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TylynRae
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TylynRae wrote a review Review · Apr 19, 2011

I agree with Grif, I liked the title a lot and the material was good, but its not cut out to be a 'love' poem, which I think is a good thing! =] But keep working on it, flop things around. On the first few lines I thought it had good rhythm but then it just sort of... died. Which is not lovely. But good luck =]

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Griffinkeeper
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Griffinkeeper wrote a review Review · Apr 1, 2011

Love poems tend to need more care than regular poems. What love poems need to convey is love, which can be quite difficult. The idea is to convey that feeling to someone special, or to help someone else convey what they feel to others.

I feel that this poem falls short.

I think what you're trying to do is draw an analogy; so that the poet is as close to their love as their loves skin is to their bones. The conclusion seems to be on the creepy side: "I am your bones; I am your skin." It is also confusing, if you are both her bones and her skin, then all you've said is that you're close to yourself. Which doesn't really flatter her very much, you know?

It just seems odd; but it might be perfect for cannibals, necromancers, and surgeons.



As a former (and rather excellent) liar herself, Aru knew that, sometimes, speaking the truth felt like wrenching a thorn out of your side. But doing the opposite meant pretending it wasn't there. And that made every single step ache. It was no way to live.
— Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality