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Amen
Junior Member

since 2005-09-13

Posts 28
Brooklyn, New York

0 posted 2005-09-17 05:12 PM

Riding on a metaphor,
Over his fence, disrepaired
"LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME!"
Not today, he smugly declared

"I have a fence to reconstruct,
The old one was disassembled,
for true love and happiness"
With hat in hand he trembled...

"You see, I put it all out there.
Fed it all to these seeds,
I watered my garden...
Now I have nothing but weeds."

"Whatever fruit did flourish
Believe me, I truly enjoyed
But now, that she left me,
I realize how I was toyed"

"So I am out of gardening.
Fence construction, my new game.
Why feed the seeds my love poems,
When they always end the same."

"Go back to where you came from,
take your metaphor with you too.
I don't need such poetry,
Cause me and love poems are through"

"The ripest fruit will spoil.
Simply nothing can be done.
Don't tempt me with your metaphor"
As it turned around to run.

So he worked right through the night
And marveled at his creation.
"Nothing can get through this fence."
He neglected one equation...

He lived behind his wall for years,
standing guard, for its defence.
The broken hearted poet,
lived and died behind his fence.

[This message has been edited by Amen (09-17-2005 11:10 PM).]

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

1 posted 2005-09-17 08:39 PM

Amen, good poem.....much enjoyed.....jo

sweetpoetess
Member

since 2005-02-27

Posts 428
Florida

2 posted 2005-09-17 08:49 PM

A sad story but an awesome poem.

Poetry is beauty in words.

Amen
Junior Member

since 2005-09-13

Posts 28
Brooklyn, New York

3 posted 2005-09-18 01:04 AM

Thanks for the kind words.

Greeneyes

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-09-09

Posts 9903
In Your Poetic Mind

4 posted 2005-09-18 01:25 AM

I understand this....

"you can never keep a good man down"

~~**~~
There are moments when speech
is but a mouth pressed lightly and
humbly against the angel's hands
~~**~~

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

5 posted 2005-09-18 01:47 AM

"Why feed the seeds my love poems,
When they always end the same."

because they don't always sprout out the same? maybe some bizarre twist of life/nature will morph that little seed into something you never imagined? LOL, anyway, welcome to Pips, I enjoyed this post!

Amen
Junior Member

since 2005-09-13

Posts 28
Brooklyn, New York

6 posted 2005-09-18 07:33 PM

Thanks for the replies...

I guess I am just scorned....I will get over it, I am sure.

Angelheart
Senior Member

since 2005-09-08

Posts 754
Jacksonville,FL USA

7 posted 2005-09-18 09:50 PM

very nice write.. thanks for sharing...:P

Poetry can get you very far
-Laura

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