A poem of love
Knows not of what it speaks.
Not the romance of doves
Nor how a lonely heart creaks.
It could never inhale
The sweet scent of a woman's locks.
It will always fail
To notice a man's anxious ticking clock.
How dare it claim to possess
Reign over all romance,
When love could easily be confessed
In as little as a stolen glance.
Hold back on stanzas of love undying.
A poem claiming love is undoubtedly lying.
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From the Angsty Teenager
PoetryI absolutely hate poetry. It requires a certain mastery of words and rhythms that I am not well practiced in. Nevertheless, English teachers will be English teachers, and poetry is to romance as boogers are to walls. These are the only poems I could...
