Teen Poetry #1 |
This thing we call love |
David Junior Member
since 1999-07-03
Posts 10 |
Tossing, Turning Rushing, Churning These thoughts of mine. In anguish torment I will not find Peace of mind Lover's embrace Yet I seek Hard not to be Very meek. A place to be A place to see A nether place Without a face. In tranquility, An angels breath A kittens meow A curiosity. That leaves its mark On each young man's heart This thing we call Love. |
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Talia Junior Member
since 1999-07-06
Posts 25Colorado Springs, CO, USA |
Your poem's rhythym is wonderfully unsteady as love tends to be. I don't know if was intentional, but it certainly adds to the effect of it. Nice work. |
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Delilah Junior Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 36The Wonderful America |
Wow! I loved it! awesome job, David! ------------------ Delilah :) |
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