Love is like a red, red rose,
or so I've always heard --
but thorns just rend and rip your clothes,
like some foul dwimmer bird.
Your asthma will, in any case,
abhor this crimson rose --
the pollen, like a shot of mace,
will shock you to your toes.
I think that love should be compared
to something safe, so when
some young swain has finally dared,
he'll find an apple ... in the bin.
A contest entry
- Three Options by sOuL.
450 points, ended June 16, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think.
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Nice poem
take care -
I liked this poem, it was very cute and had great flow. good work
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I had to laugh at this piece, especially the 2nd stanza. Imagine being allergic to love! I see some dim parallels to Adam's temptation in the last stanza, and for me, gives it a rather humorously ominous ending. My cynical state of mind of the moment much enjoyed this poem.
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I love apple metaphors more than breathing!!!
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More than breathing?
hmmmmmmm ...
Thanks for stopping by.
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This one really gave me a chuckle.
Good luck in the contest.
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