Love,
is a twisted game of words.
Defined by the actions we speak,
I know of no way to compromise
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the way you camptured emotions is extremely compelling. i LOVE this piece and look foward to reading more
David, I appreciate the passion of your words and you will find as you get older you will write a different poem...I say of love...'mentor, tormentor'...I am excited at the prospect of reading more of your work. Dorothy
You have attempted to define the enigma that is love - and what love means to you in it's many guises - You write from the heart David and you present an array of thoughts that will resonate with many readers in part or in whole. A thought provoking poem. j.
Perhaps we analyse love too much, instead of surrendering to it. But then, as a poet, you have no choice, do you? F
Below are two of my fav readers/writers David. Really good poets but... where here to talk about your work now aren't we? In aspects Tai is correct we can't define love as a whole but you can define oneself in love and the bad is just as important as the good. This piece is proof of this. Then we have Helen's comment 3rd stanza is an eye opener to those skeptics out there who believe love is just love... It is compition. And personally... between you, I and everybody who reads this. Girls shouldn't always pick the 1st to win the race. Because if he wins this one, Is it going to stop with just one? ? Good work David, Well penned once again.
I love this poem, esp.3rd stanza, though they are all perfect. It's a wonderful way of capturing what love does to us and the effect words can have on our emotional state. You're very good. HG: -) xx
(Heavy sigh) You have a wonderful grip on some very slippery things.
David, love is the constant demon of our soul. One minute it wants to take us to the heights of heaven, then the next it wants to destroy us. Brilliant write my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
David, Very deep for one so young...yet when we are young love can reach, somehow, deeper into the 'soul.' I was told once when I was 20 or so, after writing a very pasionate poem about love that as I grew older my perceptions of love would change...I am not sure that it has...But I wrote once at a much older age, 'Love - Mentor, Tormentor! Love - Question Mark! I loved the passion of your poem...10! Dorothy A Poet Who Loves to Sing
its unique..but you know what they say you write what you feel..so is that what you feel?
great insight! A joy to read. Thanks for sharing your poem. ♥ Hugs Coreena ♥
love really is a destruction within...ur words are so passionate really..its good....