Remember when it used to be that men behaved like men;
before the thought occurred to you that they were lying even then?
Remember when "a rose by any other name" was always just as neat;
Before remembering itself was something of a feat?
I wish we never met before this life tore us apart;
I wish, and I regret that this has happened to my heart.
Something in the memory of the way things used to be
has made a stupid mess of me, and now my eyes can't see.
Remember when it used to be that men behaved like men?
I can't, and I'm confused to see I'm like them now and then.
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very intriguing story you've penned with your words. I don't exactly care for rhyming poems, but this one somehow worked. Nice job and good luck in the contest.
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ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. yes yes yes.
Greatly enjoyed. This had constant flow and reverberated a decent feeling of manner, like some Victorian love in strict ponder only diving far enough, or enough of what the verse would allow. This is eloquent. Thank you. Finalist.
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Thanks very much, glad you enjoyed the read.
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very cool indeed... i love the wording and flow the poem has.. ever line is well done.. keep on writing.. good luck in the contest..
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Glad you enjoyed the read, thanks for the comment and encouragement.
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