I explain quietly. You
hear me shouting. You
try a new tack. I
feel old wounds reopen.
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You bleed but I visualize crocodile tears in your eyes...I sincerely appreciate the microscopic vision of the poet!
Congratulations for being chosen this poem as the modern poem of the poem of the day.
Ah come on with great respect, this was member poem of the day less than two weeks ago. A nice clever poem but how about a little variety when choosing. There are more than a few available to choose from.
You bleed. I see crocodile tears. I withdraw. You reel from the impact. very fine poem. tony
I am a dove. You recognize the hawk. You offer an olive branch. I feel the thorns. very fine poem. tony
They should talk, listen and try to understand each other I explain quietly. You hear me shouting
What happens when confront in conflict.......... chaos. In a context of love confrontation, conflict and chaos can be sensed and experienced in a different but lively mode. Very sensational poem, quite nicely crafted. Thank you for sharing. Congrats on your positioning. X
You and me there are two existence your feelings is quite far from my layer if you touch the rose flower there I fear of thorns if you smell the fragrance I fear of there unseen insects if you observe there bountifulness I fear of flirting oh two existence of two opposite poles never can to together but if you come with love let me see the mind.......maybe UNION
I am a dove. You recognize the hawk. You offer an olive branch. I feel the thorns. playing with the contrasts. tony
Perception is explained in a magical way. This poem is excellently penned. A nice poem is shared.10
This poem is good for learning and school teachings
This poem featured on the 1981 Welcome Disk for the BBC Micro. The program displaying this poem did so in a semi-random manner which results in a near continuous version, much longer than the version listed here. Very cool form of poetry.