I'm rather bored at the moment. I thought I'd post one that I consider pretty good (feel free to correct me :-)
Here it is: (written from man's perspective)
~~Untitled Poem~~
I knew I should not linger there;
But stopped and smelled a flower fair
Of perfumed petals, rich and rare--
Its charming beauty was a snare;
So I plucked it from its trembling branch--
I plucked it then, and in a flash,
The time to linger there was passed.
A thunder roared, and rain blew fast;
A quiet voice I heard speak then,
Amid the gales and the din:
"Do this with love, and you shall sin:
To pick a flower, as a whim.
Love should grow, let it thrive;
But pick for pleasure, it will die."
And this I heeded for a while,
But after time, I asked: "Why
Should I fear a little voice,
Almost lost in all the noise?
I will revel and rejoice--
To listen is for little boys!
(Continued below)
2007-09-19
14:32:09
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"The pleasure of love is not to forego--
This pleasure I will finally know.
Only the broken say 'Love must grow';
This is all foolishness." And so....
I stopped and smelled a flower fair;
Of perfumed petals, rich and rare--
I knew I should not linger there,
But I was young, and did not care.
2007-09-19
14:34:25 ·
update #1
Oh, and please tell me what you think it is about. I suppose it could be taken more than one way, but I tried to make it pretty clear what the poem truly means.
2007-09-19
14:37:29 ·
update #2
*100% Angelic: I would be honored if you would use my poem for your declamation. I will be in contact with you via e-mail.
2007-09-19
15:17:24 ·
update #3