Poem -
Loves Young Dream
An Observation
had a glimpse of
a young girls demise,
Jesus Christ..
She was besotted..
Sat on his knee,
staring into his
eyes..
Like the sun arose
behind his ears..
and between his
thighs..
she was drunk with
Love"s stupor..
I've never given
that..
I won't be a prisoner..
to some blokes
crap...
Maybe, that's where
I go wrong..
and if it is..
I will stay free
for as long
as I'm me....
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Comments
Holy Cow!! PAULA!!....you are one tough cookie!!......Not allowing love into your life.....by choice......(to me) seems a sad state of affairs!!....But I get the feeling that you have your own way into your heart......to finding love.....it's in those closing 9 lines ~ and if so, is it not possible that you will, in finding your own definition of love, still have to deal with something's or someone's crap anyway?......I don't know, just some thoughts on your subject matter......BUT....I have to say, that the first 11 lines of this piece are truly Brilliant!!......ALL STARS! & PINNED!!.....well formatted and VERY insightful stuff dear poet sister!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo : )
...it's the observation of an old woman Tony...like a puppy to the slaughter..maybe that's life when you're giddy in young love..she was Ophelia....
loves young dream cracks a portal to your heart..where all and sundry clamber in..
( maybe I should drink more when I go out..lol)
Cheers fellow poet..x
Wow this is a very visually strong piece. We all make our choices that allow us to feel contentment and freedom in life. This gives the reader an insight to a perspective of happiness from a new angle
well written indeed x
...it was constant, not just a moment..all night..almost obsessive compulsive...
like there's nothing else in the world..
is this love..
Yes to write in poetry..
But to see it in real life is scarey..
( For me)