To love is to grow vulnerable

Not to ailment's ailing touch

but to hate's trepid lurch

For as the ocean hasten to the sandy shore

So does our hearts budges to its soothing succour

When pride dines with prejudice at ego's table

Then we must feel the numbing pain of love



To love is to die of hunger

Not as a salivating tongue languish in famish

But as a glowing ember loses its kindle in the rain's shower

For as a fish gasp for breath when thrown in earth

So does all mortals walk in pursuit of bliss that could be felt

When pleasure becomes incapacitated in contempt's seizure

Then we must dance to the slow-killing tune of lonesomeness



To love is to stay unrepentantly agog

Not as the day awaits the night's embrace

But as a deserted wife long for her lover's homecoming

When the strings of the violin of love breaks

Then the melody of life goes out of key

Then we must hear the echoing silence of brokenness!



Amusa Tenibegiloju Smartfingers (c) 2011, The Redefinition

mikuz, its takes time you'll definitely get there
I notice that you try to adhere to the rules of rhymes
The same mistake i had as a poetic-baby
Use rhymes that don't rhymes, its sweet that way
Who says poems ain't sweet without rhymes, anyway!
Dont just write, write out your mind


Your fellow Wordknight
Tenibegiloju Smartfingers

no insult intended
but to be candid what i saw up there, is a true definition for MEDIOCRITY!