my love
for thee,
a summer breeze-
sends shivers
up my spine.
to kiss thine lips-
my soul,
she sips
on grapes
so ripe,
they're wine.
the thoughts
of You,
that fill
my head,
escape
in words
and tears.
i cry,
to know
one day
you'll go-
and my
poetry,
disappears.
so while you're
here,
the gift
of You-
to myself,
a note
i'll make.
unwrap
with care,
this love
we share-
one thing,
i can't
forsake.
for thee,
a summer breeze-
sends shivers
up my spine.
to kiss thine lips-
my soul,
she sips
on grapes
so ripe,
they're wine.
the thoughts
of You,
that fill
my head,
escape
in words
and tears.
i cry,
to know
one day
you'll go-
and my
poetry,
disappears.
so while you're
here,
the gift
of You-
to myself,
a note
i'll make.
unwrap
with care,
this love
we share-
one thing,
i can't
forsake.
posted by kimmerker at 12:19 PM
3 Comments:
words of praise are hard to find for poetry like this, which is not design.
what does "which is not design" mean, and to what does it refer?
well, a lot of poetry that i come across is mere effect or design, something that is structured beautifully and means not much,
i have also noticed the increasing dislike among my classmates towards any film, poem, piece of writing that talks about issues. these are easily termed as work that gives a social message and is also synonymous with boring.
By issues here i mean anything from a personal crisis to a political one. And i have noticed this in people my age, these are my classmates etc.I havent noticed this about poeple who are older.
Here on your blog, it is true for all your poetry that it isnt design, and that is why i like it, somewhere it doesnt want to be something other than what it wants to say. I think sometimes even my writing fits into the category which is effect, and lacks genuinity.
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