Charles M Moore

Rookie - 103 Points (1953 june / Glasgow Scotland.)

Love Doesn'T Play Anymore - Poem by Charles M Moore

Someone once told me that love was a game
you had to experience the joy and the pain
the thrill of the chase
and the conquest you gained
but love doesn't play anymore

I have discovered since running round wild
love is a sweet and a delicate child
that needs to be nurtured and taught things anew
to make it grow strong
and make it grow true
love doesn't play anymore.


Comments about Love Doesn'T Play Anymore by Charles M Moore

  • john tiong chunghoo (3/26/2006 1:49:00 AM)


    this whole poem is cliche.
    poem like this does play anymore.
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  • (3/25/2006 11:52:00 PM)


    So many games, yes I do agree love is to be nutures like a fine orchid.

    Patricia
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 20, 2006


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