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Love Is War

May 5, 2021
By WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
106 articles 1 photo 182 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf


Walking on ice,

Roll the dice.

Love is war,

Can't take anymore.

Once we were doves,

Doves in love.

Now we stand face to face,

No love to trace.

My heart you wield,

My soul left unhealed.

I broke the spell,

Goodbye farewell.


The author's comments:

This poem describes love and how it can be as deadly as war due to cheaters and the haters. Like rolling a dice, love can be tricky and sometimes you are walking into unknown territory and you never know what you'll get but like walking on ice, love can leave you feeling tarpped and on unsturdy ground.


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on May. 14 2021 at 8:19 am
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
106 articles 1 photo 182 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf

Thanks

Lydiaq ELITE said...
on May. 13 2021 at 5:23 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
129 articles 33 photos 957 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.
--Me

Agreed, this is great!

on May. 5 2021 at 11:14 am
WolvesRain ELITE, Walton, Kentucky
106 articles 1 photo 182 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works." Virginia Wolf

Thanks! I really like this one.

on May. 5 2021 at 10:57 am
SparrowSun ELITE, X, Vermont
197 articles 22 photos 1039 comments

Favorite Quote:
"It Will Be Good." (complicated semi-spiritual emotional story.)

"Upon his bench the pieces lay
As if an artwork on display
Of gears and hands
And wire-thin bands
That glisten in dim candle play." -Janice T., Clockwork[love that poem, dont know why, im not steampunk]

the rhymes felt natural, it was gr8