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I hate love poems.
I am sick to death with,
“How soft are his lips”,
“The curve of her hips”,
I don’t want to hear about these fallacies you build up in your head,
And write in your little black book to show your friends,
Pretending you’re some great poet.
The world is filled with billions of topics, and yet,
Nine times out of ten,
Amateurs, with their books of words
And rhyming dictionaries,
Chose to write about an emotion, a fear of loneliness.
“Her golden hair”,
“His chocolate stare”,
I can’t take it anymore.
One at a time, you march onto stage, and squint in the glaring spotlight
As you smile at the faceless, dark audience
And pour out your thoughts on love
With bad rhyming and questionable syncopation.
Poem after poem after poem
“I feel his hands upon my neck”,
“When you’re gone I am a wreck”,
And I sit there, on that itchy green sofa and wish
With every single bone in my body,
Going past the bones and wishing with every inch of myself,
That I was anywhere but here.
I am sick to death with,
“How soft are his lips”,
“The curve of her hips”,
I don’t want to hear about these fallacies you build up in your head,
And write in your little black book to show your friends,
Pretending you’re some great poet.
The world is filled with billions of topics, and yet,
Nine times out of ten,
Amateurs, with their books of words
And rhyming dictionaries,
Chose to write about an emotion, a fear of loneliness.
“Her golden hair”,
“His chocolate stare”,
I can’t take it anymore.
One at a time, you march onto stage, and squint in the glaring spotlight
As you smile at the faceless, dark audience
And pour out your thoughts on love
With bad rhyming and questionable syncopation.
Poem after poem after poem
“I feel his hands upon my neck”,
“When you’re gone I am a wreck”,
And I sit there, on that itchy green sofa and wish
With every single bone in my body,
Going past the bones and wishing with every inch of myself,
That I was anywhere but here.
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Is It Love?
If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
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Forbidden love
Do you say her name and sometimes see my face?
At night, when you think of your love for her...
do i sometimes creep into place?
I made a mistake.
Did something i shouldn't.
But i felt your heart.
A saddened passion deep inside.
Somewhere, you know...
Somewhere we share a secret.
Once upon a time,
we were secret lovers.
Sharing pieces of our true souls.
No one could know, no one could understand.
You were my true prince.
And, hopefully, i was what you were looking for.
Now our fairytale has ended.
Reality is here.
But, the stars and the moon, they know.
They wait for us to find one ano
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Love
love
Someone asked me what is love
is it good, is it bad
is it awesome, is it terrible
I honestly didnt know how to answer them.
I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions
Love is kind
love is harsh
love is wonderful
love is terrible
love is a cure
love is a sickness
love is LOVE
love is hate
love is meaningful
love is pointless
love shows the best in people
love shows the worse in people
love makes us speak truth
love makes us lie
love understands everything
love confuses everyone
love builds your life
love tears your heart down
love makes you smile
love makes you cry
love makes us cuddle
love m
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I went to a poetry reading on my campus and not only were the poems mostly crap, they were all about love. Being the bitter, cynical bitch that I am I only got about half-way through and then I felt the urge to kill something, so I left. I want to read this at the next poetry reading and scream at everyone
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I never understood love poems. All this mushy stuff, “Love is a river” or “love is a sea” and shit.
And then I met this person, and it all made sense.
And then I met this person, and it all made sense.