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Some of my favorites Love lies bleeding before you
But you don't know what you should do
You could cut it down and place it in
A vase of water till it's been
Deprived of sun and wind and rain
Enough to make love go insane
Or throw it to the ground before
You trample it and hurt it more
Than all the little things you've done
To make loves bleeding river run
Then again you could ignore
The crack the scream the bloody roar
That will persist till it pounds through
The heart of stone that is now you
But you have done these things before
And they have made love bleed the more
So now you'll leave your passed behind
And learn to speak what's on your mind
You'll tell love that you once did lie
Were your love laid you down to die
And your heart once was broke'n' 2
By someone that was loved by you
And this is why you break loves heart
So that the two of you will part
Before you love and can not bare
To love again would bring despair
Now love will wait till you can trust
That loves love will not turn to dust
And when the trust is found by you
Then your love and loves will shine through
To show the people they were wrong
To think that love would not last long
oh,caitlin....how you always must be right about everything. Just because you don't like something doesn't mean it's crap. I'm sure that poem means a lot to that person and you are shitting on it with your incompetence and misunderstanding and blind ignorance of the situation. You can like my poems without hating or at least pointing out that you hate the works of other poets.
This is my favorite! It's amazing how you express yourself. and by the way I did read all of 'em lol. I am in awe (spelling?) of your talent. I don't know hwat more to say
I love this poem Jon. The title says so much..::sigh:: And I love when things in poems have double meaning! I love doing that with my own poems. Very lovely my Jonny!
Read this crap!
Love-Lies-Bleeding
I said to her who takes plants seriously,
Someone gave Love-Lies-Bleeding its name,
who on a different day, differently reminded,
might have called it Love's Sweet Aftermath
or Early Passion, its drooping purple-red
flowering spikes so broadly suggestive.
We had the book open between us.
That someone, I continued, must have been
an authority for the name to have stuck.
Don't you think so? Or perhaps a wit.
Isn't Love-Lies-Bleeding comic,
like midlife crises to those long past them?
The name, I mean, isn't it funny,
like B movies, the dialogue purple
as a giant bruise, all the characters
actually saying out loud what they think?
No, I don't think it's funny; not at all,
she said, and laughed the way I'd seen
good actors do in lieu of what they felt.
It was time to stop talking about it, I was sure.
But I continued on.
I found this on poems.com..your poem is SO MUCH BETTER than this comtemporary poets poem. This just proves that you could be professional. I love you.