Love is the elephant in the room when it comes to poetry because in the past our kings used to invade other kingdoms and conquer other empires by war and abduct their princesses; not only abducted, but also married to them and used to roll around in bed under the influence of alcohol.
They did not care about age, subjects, or their other queens. Does the kidnapped princess really want to marry him? No one cared. Everything happened on strength.
Perhaps the princess felt that an insect was crawling on her body and perhaps she hated love.
Other queens must have often felt their value diminished.
They were always drunk. Courts were not held, judgments were not administered, thefts were on the increase and they were blessed to have women at their feet.
The boundaries of these women were only husband, hearth and child.
It wasn’t love, just lust. They were so consumed with lust that they rolled on the bed like a lazy elephant rolling in mud.
When they sensed danger, they could not look back like an elephant because they were in lust and had no choice but to run away. Those ran were cut down.
Love is a sacred feeling, it cannot be scratched, it cannot be forced. Love is earned by love. Love is defined differently, isn’t it?
I’m happy to announce that my Syllabic Poem (Lacalma) is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.
I thank Mr. J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.
Lost In You …#Syllabic Poem
I gaze, the dusk glows with colour Sky fell in love was a rumour Attracts me your sense of humour I came from afar tattooed name Did this to prove love and gain fame Grief washed away in a light rain Tears came down at the thought of pain The door of soul open honey…..
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Good Evening!🌆 Here’s my first Poetry. Pic Credit: Shmm I have a very old relationship with pain, even if I say no, it comes close to me, I thought after meeting you, now the pain will go away.But who knows why the pain didn’t leave me? There was affection in your speech, there was love […]
You and I long to meet each other and therefore struggle to meet each other everyday. We tell many lies to our parents to make our relationship work miracles and last till the end(s). And now we have met, are meeting and will meet.