It is a pleasure
To satisfy your soul
To fulfill your needs
Or achieve a goal
Or it's the life
When you got free
Waiting for him
To be with thee
But its not pleasure
Nor what life we called
It’s just the time when we
Are not humans but wild
A contest entry
- . . .and one more for adults only (this one's out there) by JinSays.
900 points, ended January 27, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you Think?
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it depends on the contexte , nice job
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Wow.. this is earthy.
Excellent thanks for the share .
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yes, some times Hamid
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hmmm nice
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Really good write, Ali! I liked this one very much! Thanks so much for the share! Best wishes to you for future writes!
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Well Done
Maybe it is just the way I am feeling today - but in reading your poem - In the title - I felt like you were describing the way we often times set out to pleasure ourselves,Then in the first line - Finding a Lover or reaching some goal. The Last line - in the end it is just the wild instincts that are driving us not the humanity of true love. Am I wrong?
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Important be comfortable with this kind of freedom. Takes the right lover. Seems the speaker of this one has found her. Nice work.
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Very good.
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Hmmmm. . .okay.
I'd like to think as HUMANS we have that inexplicable right. I'd like to think as opposites, we attract, but that may be just me.
Thank you for taking the time to enter.
Love,
jin -
What a fun read this one is! I really like this one! Something in it rings strong and true... Great job!
Best of luck in this contest!
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