Without being in love
Without feeling,
Some deep love
Towards something
Or someone,
Strange?
No, not at all,
Because for them
That is what
Poetry is all about
And sentimentally,
There is no doubt
That without love
Life has no meaning
And poetry’s flame
Will just die out.
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In Love,
Their happiness is also your domainBut if the loved one,Is no longer there,How do you keep on living,Why and Where?Sad is the white Magnolia,Flower bloom,That proudly adorns the tree,Its green Lagoon,Sad is the moon in darkened, sky,That lost the earth, but cannot cry,Sad is the lonely heart, that feels despair,That’s lost its way and doesn’t…
There are some that can create,
That thru mental, soulful motions,In the heart do undulate,And these soft, poetic words,Can propel to outer space,Tinged with such vivid emotions,Enthralling, the human race.These Magicians are not always,A reflection of their words,Some of them do hide malicious,Bad intentions, black sheep herds.Just because you are a Poet,Does not make you be, a Saint,So pay very close…
Everyone needs affection
Even domestic animalsCrave itSo why deny its vital must?Without love, livingIs hollow, shallowNever will tall RedwoodsReach the stars,Nor will dreams sail the SeasThat even now, seem so far.
As all light begins to dwindle
You realize, much too lateThe time you’ve lost,Will not returnAnd no longer can you pick,Because time wasted,Cannot be recoveredNor make,Anything positiveStick.
The fog won’t lift,
Have caused,The flowing tearsTo turn into,Gray, icy rain,And there, you are!Just the same!An immutable shadowCausing me to wiltAnd strain,The last dropOf this perniciousLove, without whichI will never,Feel or ever be,The same…
I’m all versed out,
I sit there gazing,At the floor,I want to leave,But don’t know how,I’m tired of fighting,Here and now,What is the point?The game is through,Can’t waste my time,Just loving you,It was a dream,A movie scene,That motionless,Stayed on the screen.