The Art of Love

Even Poetry couldn’t express, Our emotions’ persistent regress

Could a person write,

The tension of night,

Were words uttered in spite?

 

Poetry couldn't express,

This rising distress,

Of emotions persistent regress;

 

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Would a song,

Be enough to prolong,

This love that gone wrong?

 

How can I dance the beat,

When even if I compete,

I'm still in defeat?

 

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If only painting,

Could hide your feeling,

That suddenly withdrawing;

 

 

The memories our photos taken,

Can't seem to awaken,

The love you forsaken;

 

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If only this is a show,

No matter how much sorrow,

You'll never let me go;

 

But art is inadequate,

To interpret the state,

Of our love's ill fate.

 

Author's Note

*Photo Credits to the owner*

Reviews

[poetgurl]

This write is so very good, quite stunning. nicely written and feeling expressed well

[Coyote Poetry]

I love how you made the words dance to perfect ending. You made the reader ponder many things. The emotion of love. Impossible to understand sometimes. Thank you Kim for sharing the amazing poetry. I liked this one.
Coyote