She took my face in her hands
and kissed me softly
claiming I was different
from all of the others
proven by what we understood
together
as I exited the back door
turned my focus to home's hills
I knew I was just like them
in the only way that matters
braving cold Winter's walk
alone
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A story of true love. For Amera.
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WOW!
I love the such words you put into this poem.im thinking this is one of the by far very best poems ive ever read!i hope you make the rest of your poems as good as this one!
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when you walk out the back door, someone else is walking in the front
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do we ever know love at all?
thoughtprovoking as usual alan -
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Absolutely we do! If you ask me that question, then you need some
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What I am reading in this is the ultimate isolation that many percieve, reguardless of having others that care or even share life's journey. Perhaps written from a place of disenchantment or maybe the inabilty to accept another's hand.
Reguardless, I do enjoy the soft focused mood, It gives a reflective quality that works well with this piece. The one word lines at the ending of each stanza, to me, tell the whole tale..together yet alone.
I like this very much, as it caused me to think.
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Well... see this guy knew he was just one of many. What set him apart and made him different was that he accepted his role as being one of many. So, she was right, he was different. He was right, he was not different in the only way that mattered.
Since then, I should add, she has changed her mind completely. Once she saw the difference between love as words and love as deeds, she was quickly able to see that some men write poetry, and then there are poets.
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So you were different from others because of love and understanding but the same because of the things we do for love.. such as a long walk home in the snow alone. Hmm.. makes you think.. people aren't all that different after all.
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Well, I am walking home alone, so I guess that makes me the same as all the others who walked home alone...
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Face kissing is a good thing. I wouldn't want to live there. My man gets all shrively in the cold
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Maybe you should switch men! Us Maineiacs never shrivel. Well, hardly ever...
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HMmmmm.... I don't really understand what you are referring to in your poem, but I definately felt cold and alone reading it. It did give me a touch of saddness.
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Well, the guy gets a kiss, like all the others, she tells him he is different, then he goes home alone, like all the others. So, how is he different? Just 'cause she said so? He doesn't believe he is different. that's why the walk home is so cold and lonely.
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The picture is certainly bleak and the write creates a cold loneliness within the soul of the reader. You've portrayed your feeling well within this piece. Thanks for sharing. La x
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I am caught by the line, 'different from all the others'...makes one wonder...and that frosty feeling lingers long after this reading. The one-sidedness of true feeling..I think that's how I would express it. He walks in truth, she stays inside herself...Peace, Rhonda
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This is truly amazing. Just like the image, it is full of depressed beauty.
Great write.
SLAM
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beautifully written! you're very talented! good job
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first two lines are how she steals my heart, last two lines are where it goes
She took my face in her hands
and kissed me softly
claiming I was different
as I exited the back door
turned my focus to home's hills
I knew I was just like them
your poetry is somber, wise and enchanting. it is too complex, yet elegant and simple to give the adoration it deserves in one sitting. Your first two lines are strikingly erotic in the most important way...tender, aching and yet 'claiming' something it may not be. your second stanza is your heart in metaphore. home. true home. most happy to have read this. i shall return to read more of your poetry, suspecting more delights ahead. ,,,Danni
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This is beautiful, of a spiritual kind of love shared. Thanks for sharing this great write!
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Simply the truth! Nice picture to go along with your words. Made me feel the chill of the moment and winter.
Lot to be said for these moments of clarity.
Nice job!
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~Many scarlet kisses and bites~
Chilling. Forgive the pun. I am letting this feeling sink in. For once I felt something more than wrath and anger. And I actually wished to touch the snow..just for a moment in time. To walk that walk, feel that one kiss that made my knees weak, even if I had to eventually walk alone.
I adored it.
Loved it.
Lady Blue~
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Hmmmm
well it is very deep... seems sensitive I surely have never read one poem such as this. Great job I thouroughly enjoyed it.
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Deep
OOOhhh, this is one for the record books, this one is
most fascinating, and intriguing. I am in awe....
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very soft piece here Al ,there is something acutely tender enlaced within these written lines
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Thanks for noticing. If you are familiar with Geothe's Faust, then you know that Mephistopheles came and offered Faust youth, so he could be with a young maiden he loved, in exchange for his soul. If Faust had understood love, he would have kissed her goodbye and gone home. Thanks for the comment.
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Allan
everybody's idea of love is not the same...I was told recently that my feelings toward the one I loved were not true love , for if they were I would have done anything to break up his home...
In my opinion I don't understand a love such as this , I told this person I could not do that , I just could not do something like that ...then she said you do not love him then...
thoughtful conversation , her other points were OK , but this one was not ... I loved and continue to love him deeply , however loving does not equal to having someones way no matter the consequences
your piece reminded me of this conversation...
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The problem with English is that we use one word, love, to describe all manner of emotion. Love between sexual partners. Love of a family member. Spirit love for anyone with a spirit. I firmly believe that the last, spirit love, is the truest and most powerful of the loves, and can transcend and replace all others. It is easily identified as it it the love that is always selfless. Your friend was right if she was talking only of sexual love. However, you were not thinking only of that. You were thinking of a higher love. So depending on your context of the word, you were both right. I would always side with you on this one!!!! Thanks for even more thoughtful comments.
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You did it again, sweetie...
Lovely write, emotions running inbetween the lines. Love has many faces, and one can even feel it when you are by yourself...
The entire poem is my favorite...
Keep writing, with ink that never fade...
Elmarie
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The most beautiful of all love's faces is selflessness. To know when it is time to go home, even when it is the most difficult thing you could ever do. Thank you for the lovely comment.
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This is lovely and filled with emotional imagery. I found the flow a bit difficult to smoothly vocalize but that could be for several reasons. It could be because the photo gave me chills or it could be because the flow is simply bad. Thirdly it could be because you intentionally sent this link to me and that gave me chills. I don’t want you to feel lonely. Amera
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This is not a sad poem. It is simply one of acceptance. Acceptance is a very good thing, and what truly sets some apart. Thanks for the lovely comment.
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Beautiful and I could feel your love for this person. Just an excellent write the flow was great!
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Thanks for your kind comment.
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