Staring down this blank page
Whatever comes is welcome to wade,
to quiver in this, my shade
What will become of,
Pink and Mauve,
if love goes away?
I have not time for games,
or guilt, ok?
In a jungle of hair,
it will be there
Colors in vast array
Shuffle up the cards and deal the play
There are mysteries to be solved
And agony's to be evolved
Ancient artifacts that lay, graved
Hidden hieroglyphs on human hearts,
haunting the saved
Tell me where to find my love
Tell me how to rise darkness raised
Passages of light on pale days
Finding nothing but salt and cliches
Staring down this native vision
Whatever happens, happens for a reason
Any time, any day
What will become of,
Pink and Mauve,
if love goes away?
whats going on in your portals girls and boys?
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i just find it a bit confusing, Im just not sure what to think
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Wow.
This gave me shivers, honestly. I'm adding you to my favorites.
It gets my thoughts flowing deep with intrigue and mystery, reading into every line droped a story of my own.
The flexability of this write is wonderful.
Thankyou for shareing it with us.
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Hmmm...I find it intriguing that you were able to produce this piece of work within your own mind but leave enough ambiguity to allow the reader to add their own experience & read into it what they will. Very nice!
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"Ancient artifacts that lay, graved
Hidden hieroglyphs on human hearts,
haunting the saved"
Very intriguing piece. Definitely made me think, that's for sure! A lot of poems are distinct and tell you what they're about right out, but this poem lets the reader think for themselves and place their own slant on it. I liked it. Great job!
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Interesting! I wondered where it was going in the first stanza but it suits the mood of uncertainty. I like the idea of the cryptic question and then the card divining trying to seek answers. Finally the question hangs in the balance of fate, unanswered.
Whatever happens, happens for a reason
Any time, any day -
Intruiging
I thought it was a nice write. It plays beautifully with colors and emotions....great job! -
I dig it.
aura of love is pink and mauve... great write. I pictured a girl hair clinging to tears on her face siting at a page ready to spill a heart felt burst... perhaps a girl who cant see love outside of love lost. wonderful clap clap. if you wouldnt have beggged on those knees i just might have passed up then gem of letters. YOU got kick to ya.
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fantastic as always
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PS..
Stop referring to your poems as darn things....lol
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What will we all do ...when love goes away....
with love it's not if but when.
It is then we will say....
Tell me where to find my love
tell me how to rise darkness raised..
I love the third verse, written with such an aerial view.
Again , you start in that interesting style that seems to be your trade mark..as if you didn't know yourself what it was going to be about...then your interesting thought process begins a chain of visuals.....just great.
Absolutely love this one..read it several times...great job gypsy.
SEE YA DOWN THE ROAD....
LOWELL POE.
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Honestly, I have no clue how to make sense of this, but I thought it had its catchy moments.
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very nice. it flows smoothly and your use of similies and metaphores is amazing.
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A great write. I love your use of similes and metaphors.
Especially the part
"Ancient artefacts that lay, graved
Hidden hieroglyphs on human hearts,
haunting the saved"
caught my eye. I also enjoy searching and solving puzzles, therefore "the search" is truly enjoyable for me.
This is a great poem and it would be interesting to read an answer to the questions that are laid here.
Keep up the great work.
-G
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This is a very thought-provoking write full of vivid imagery and subtle metaphors. I liked the repetition of the lines
"What will become of,
pink and mauve,
if love goes away?"
Theses lines were really striking to me,
"Their are mysteries to be solved
And agony's to be evolved
Ancient artifacts that lay, graved
Hidden hieroglyphs on human hearts,
haunting the saved
Tell me where to find my love
Tell me how to rise darkness raised
Passages of light on pale days
Finding nothing but salt and cliches"
A very eloquent piece.Pen on!~Leah
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