loved
loved
May 08, 2014

no rose ...without thorns

I should enroll
as a poetry student
all Neopoets
are exquisite

I love roses with thorns too
and do you all know
light can not be appreciated
without visual darkness

So roses and thorns
do complement each other
what value has a rose
when thorn is torn
can anyone decipher
for me~

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Country/Region: ROU

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Comments

emeka ozurumba

i can decipher the warmth of felling your presence by my side, and your word soothe the affectionate love by all the members of neopoets. the slogan is bring poets together but love your poem certifies this aspect in cordial embrace

R

raj

10 years 11 months ago

a nice meaningful write. Thanks for posting.

Regards,

loved

thanks for coming by
you are a great source of encouragement

''.....mind is an ever glowing candle....
which lights up the whole world ..
lead kindly light
into the hearts of darkened souls
who need to evaluate themselves first..
than preach in the shallowness of wisdom...
an egoists resort!....''

loved

years ago or so
he is a big gun ...great gun ..and lots of fun
at times he does stun ...
medical reasons I learned..
but many women poets I had to hold
they were kicked out like a deflated football
I tried to pump them
but they sank in tears
many ran and Neopoets know
all hapless
man!

Thanks ameka
ur great
and I must state
no one has been born of late
so as to kick me off Neopoet's high gate
they have no gait
and think we all shall slump on a plate

Man they know me not
what and who I am

Thanks for holding my hand
more like us are needed here
ere Neopoets fall
in enemy hands....

Ian.T

No more talk of leaving Neo, you behave yourself, and you know that here you have learned a lot from many of your friends, Jess does have a good go at you but we both have learned from him and as you say he is a consistent best, there are no maybe's with Jess, he tells it as it is, though sometimes his attention to words slips a little but you always know when that is.
Keep writing Young Bard, there will come a time that you may have to swim alone in life's stream, one grand day I shall see you approaching my cave, walking with that lovely girl in the Jellow dress (Sadie).
Time is nothing to eternity so will see you in another now, Take care, Yours Ian.T

loved

I am not only Loved
but also loved....
by no less a person than you
thanks my mentor

others will follow too
your intentions now we all know
are sincere and true
happy week end for you

compose poetry anew