This word love, this word i cannot perceive,
Hopeless romantic: they do not know this,
This love is something, you cannot receive,
It is not, as a single blighted kiss,
an inset feeling, a moment of bliss,
for hours, days, months, of this one soul,
for something that cannot over take this,
this one soul, as this, will make you whole?
This idea should not be thrown around,
by how deep are you in this relation?
By how deep have you, dug into the ground?
the calluses by love: is the creation,
call it what it is: nothing but you please,
It is nothing but youngsters' disease,
Author notes
Sometimes, people have different out look on love...
In a list
A contest entry
- Sonnets, sonnets, and more sonnets by RatherImaginative.
1925 points, ended September 8, 2007, 40 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Line 2 of the 2nd stanza is missing a syllable, as is the 4th of the same stanza. Line 4 of the 3rd stanza has one too many, and the last line of the couplet is missing one.
The tricky thing about the English language is the many meanings we give that poor, oft misused word "love". Two people applying it to the same thing may have completely different meanings, and that's not even taking into account how one's personal experiences might jade his/her view of it. I get a very cynical vibe from this sonnet, one I must admit I've been tempted to share a few too many times. Thanks so much for entering my contest! -
i remember
this poem was inspired by erica, i believe and her persception on her love, very well written it sounds very frustrated -
This was an awesome poem! I really liked the last line.
call it what it is: nothing but you please,
It is nothing but youngsters' disease,
great write. It need to be edited for punctuation but its a great poem!!
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