Post by reasonrhymer on Apr 12, 2009 22:52:33 GMT -8
I wrote this poem in a few sittings and I know it needs some work. But hey I am a new poet (pretty much). I wanted to write this as it seems like there is lots of beautiful poems and songs having to do with PAIN IS LOVE and LOVE IS PAIN--- like Love Hurts and lots and lots of others.
Although it may be beautifully written and nicely said and well, sadfully well done. On this Idea that “Love is synonymous with pain“, I beg to differ on this concept. I kind of think they are to totally different things. Now don’t get me wrong here, I think there can be pain over a loss of love, but they still are not the same thing. But hey that is my opinion although it might not be popular. And my poem is my argument (well sort of).
Although it may be beautifully written and nicely said and well, sadfully well done. On this Idea that “Love is synonymous with pain“, I beg to differ on this concept. I kind of think they are to totally different things. Now don’t get me wrong here, I think there can be pain over a loss of love, but they still are not the same thing. But hey that is my opinion although it might not be popular. And my poem is my argument (well sort of).
Of Love Seldom Spoken
History’s and Her-story’s, it’s all been the same.
This story’s the mysteries—
Of love without pain.
Losses are the hue of the heart that’s been broken
What I say un-to you, is of Love seldom spoken,
Love can’t be spent, that well won’t go dry
It’s not for rent, never, never will it die.
It’s a never ending dream, blessings from a giver.
It’s a never ending stream, caressings with a shiver.
Love, you can’t break it, it’s not like glass!
You can forsake it, but you’d “be” the ass!
For you who would dwell in it’s sorrow and pain
You’ve soiled yourself, Love, is “not” that stain!
Go ahead, withhold your love, embellish your hurting.
Don’t complain to Above, it’s love—you´re perverting.
For the moaner and groaner and “you” who complains
You-- broken heart owner, it bleeds you insane!
Love is you “the master“, Pain is you “the slave.”
Love is your true nature, Pain is your true cave.
So, come out! come out! wherever you are,
Don’t be in doubt-- Love’s never that far.
It’s in you and me and her and him.
It’s in sky and sea, in risk and whim.
It’s within your sight, it’s behind every eye.
It´s your dream of night, it’s your want to fly.
Pain is the blinding that skews future flight.
Love is the mending for that long hopeless night.
Love is your spirit, an angel calling your name
Listen, can you hear it-- Singing; “Light Up Your Flame”.
History’s and Her-story-s, it’s all the same.
This story’s the mysteries--
Of Love Without Pain.
Pain can be Blown-Up! Come on baby, love that burning “fire!”
A soul no longer washed-up.
That’s This Loves True Desire!
geo
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History’s and Her-story’s, it’s all been the same.
This story’s the mysteries—
Of love without pain.
Losses are the hue of the heart that’s been broken
What I say un-to you, is of Love seldom spoken,
Love can’t be spent, that well won’t go dry
It’s not for rent, never, never will it die.
It’s a never ending dream, blessings from a giver.
It’s a never ending stream, caressings with a shiver.
Love, you can’t break it, it’s not like glass!
You can forsake it, but you’d “be” the ass!
For you who would dwell in it’s sorrow and pain
You’ve soiled yourself, Love, is “not” that stain!
Go ahead, withhold your love, embellish your hurting.
Don’t complain to Above, it’s love—you´re perverting.
For the moaner and groaner and “you” who complains
You-- broken heart owner, it bleeds you insane!
Love is you “the master“, Pain is you “the slave.”
Love is your true nature, Pain is your true cave.
So, come out! come out! wherever you are,
Don’t be in doubt-- Love’s never that far.
It’s in you and me and her and him.
It’s in sky and sea, in risk and whim.
It’s within your sight, it’s behind every eye.
It´s your dream of night, it’s your want to fly.
Pain is the blinding that skews future flight.
Love is the mending for that long hopeless night.
Love is your spirit, an angel calling your name
Listen, can you hear it-- Singing; “Light Up Your Flame”.
History’s and Her-story-s, it’s all the same.
This story’s the mysteries--
Of Love Without Pain.
Pain can be Blown-Up! Come on baby, love that burning “fire!”
A soul no longer washed-up.
That’s This Loves True Desire!
geo
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