Love is alike the cruellest master with the most painful whip, he whips the slave until they fall, then the slave is subjected to fresh atrocities.
Love is the beautiful meadow were every sense is set into a fury of amazement by the eternal bliss they get, their heart aches and breaks for when they must leave such a beautiful place, a world of milk and honey.
Love is a beautiful feeling; it is the destroyer of lives,
Love is the knife to the heart; it is venom to sorrow,
Love is a happiness, love is a curse, love is more than a feeling,
It is a magical feeling, it is a beautiful pain to the heart, those which wish to weep, weep none the less.
It is a sense of confusion and belonging, of chaos and meaning,
It is the aspiration of happiness and compassion.
It is the maker of screams of pain, tears of joy, magic of moments,
Maker of the lust of life, the engine of the humanity spirit and yearning.
Love is such a relief, a blessing, happiness, a bliss;
Love is a pose, a rabid knife, a plague of the mind, a wither of the self.
Love is undefinable, it is wonderful, it is an essence,
A complex essence of joy, confusion and pain.
A contest entry
- PRE-WRITTEN POEMS ONLY!! GIVE ME YOUR BEST! by xXxIceQueenxXx.
800 points, ended July 31, 2008, 56 entries
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Comments
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Love is indeed, a doubled-edged sword. You just have to learn to hold it the right way. Great imagery you used in there, but I might suggest one thing. Rather than leaving your readers a large wall o' text, I might suggest separating the poem into stanzas.
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wow. this is a pretty good write. love is magical, and it can be very painful at times. you've expressed that very well. keep penning
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How true, how true indeed!
Thank you for entering this in my contest!
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