How they strut about, people in love,
How tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
Their hair, glossy, their skin shining.
They don't remember who they have been.
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Very moving poem. People change, when they are in love. Brainwashed
Too many single people mistake infatuation for responsibility which is love. Infatuation only ever lasts a short time for everyone.
The Makar is a communist, lesbian, black, woman because she's communist, lesbian, black and a woman. And before you say " Oh, don't be so cynical" ask yourself if it didn't come up in the board room. Nobody mentions that she's a black, LGBT, woman? Her poetry is gash, man. I'm a working class bloke, but I like poetry, and I've finished reading her stuff now, and I don't understand any of this. It's written for the intellectuals not the Plowman.
I am a very good writer and I am planning on starting to write poems, any tips?
Touching poem, lovely work and a very talented writer, thanks for the read
Love is always alive; love is always present; love is always active; it can't be a being of late! inspired; nice to read