lovedly
lovedly
Nov 18, 2018

Life is a Romance

Romance
Memories

Lest we part
friendship
is an everlasting memory
sweet fragrance it brings
of days gone by

we all think
we are invaluable,
nay, indispensable
the world will end
without us
but
the fairest news of all is this
we all are only
a one long night's bliss
on mommy earth ‘tis
so let’s give each other
a parting kiss
so this now
read this again
Ere!
let the fall
not make you fall
in the duty assigned
by the Lord
to bless less fortunate
like us
to be blessed
by people
who never fussed

such a one is you
hope once the fall is over
and indoors you stay
the laps top will give you all the stories gay
of indoors
as you stay
and
stories for grand kids you portray

the fall will be a boon
so as to enable us all
to hear from you soon

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Life is in itself a long romance some fall into it some rise above

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

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

IRiz

IRiz

6 years 5 months ago

Hi Lovedly! I am not sure I completely understand your poem.
You state here that we are replaceable and should not value each other much? Or opposite?
It looks like a promising draft, very much deserving to put more work in it.

Boon is
the act of doing incompetent things by someone who is competent.
Is that what you mean in the last lines?

IRiz

I relate to your anxiety, I often feel the same.
But I try not to write fast comments and I am a slow reader.
All of us, poets here, is a bunch of people hungry for a reader.

lovedly

one comes across Neo as a CEO
This site before the crash
when I was only LOVED
Had a way to show that at least one's poem was read
all readers and other poets ...can't and don't comment
either they are not sure or not competent
but one knew how many times one was read
but in neo NOW no one cares
On another site I spend more hours
and my those who read my poetry... scan my pages
goes between
800 to 14 even 1600 daily
doesn't it please me.... u know it a poet of class---- IRIZ

it comforts any artist what is a but a poet.
Esker.s poetry hardly anyone read
now he s unread dead
lovely poetry 'twas Irene just see