strange day

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strange day

love is strange
love is dangerous
love is a friend  in need
and a friend  in deed
Love is strong, while being weak
love breaks ,while staying solid
love is a poison
love is the cure

loves opportunities lost
found too late
pain is dull
 when love is present
when times are dull
life is exciting when in love
the answers arent always the word
the answers arent always the actions
sometimes love
isnt easy
sometimes it needs to be hard
needs to be earned
needs to be learned
sometimes it needs to be alone

love isnt always the answer
love doesnt cure disease
love doesnt break down walls
love doesnt have the key to all lifes doors
love isnt the cure
love isnt always magic
love doesnt always show its face
love isnt for everyone

everyone wants love
some may say the need love
others dont believe in the four letter word
some belong to the grips of  its definition
others refuse its company
love knows
love seeks
 love finds
love is like water
it seeks its own level


To say love is dead
to say love hurts
to speak the words of love
to speak that language
you must have had it to begin with
you must have felt it once
you must have desired it once
you must now know wht it is too love
you must now know what it is like to not have it
you now know you are alone without it

love is around you
in the trees, that cast a shadow of shade
in the wind behind your back
in the smell of a new car
in the scent of your man
in the scent of your woman
in the air we breathe
too the light we share
 to the nights we hold on to our past's
and in the ground we walk
love is around us
love is what surrounds us
dont be afarid of it
embrace it
walk with it
try it
live it
enjoy it
time is not on our side
love is
let it in
let love in

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photochick commented on strange day

08-20-2009

great poem I enjoyed it alot full of passion and emotions very deep I look forward to reading more of your work for your talent really shines in this one as i bet it does the rest wonderful flow and word play vivid imagery had me hooked from the beginning to the end

nadronnoco

08/20/2009

wow your way way to nice , and ty fro taking time out to read im heading over to read yours

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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