Love Words Poem by David DeSantis
Love Words
Love,
is a twisted game of words.
Defined by the actions we speak,
I know of no way to compromise
two competing concepts.
light, dark
we play in shadows
and dance ideas,
but do we really understand
this twisted game of words,
to decide the feelings,
of the actions
we speak.
Love,
is a thoughtless game of sound
around and behind
the walls we put up
to trace the concepts
of the sounds we hear
to think we understand
the movement of our souls.
Love,
is an enemy to those we don't
competing tirelessly
for an affection we can't
or don't,
understand how to give
due to the chains
that bind us selfishly
to the surroundings of the air,
and barriers we support
to build love in our dreams.
love,
is the one you left in the past
the thoughts surrounded
by beauty surreal
instigated in the hair
of the lover you know
who to say love
would be wrong by account.
love,
is the destruction within
it is the eyes of fire
motionlessly purveying
the dreams of a landscape
barren with fear
of the times you were,
and the times you knew,
to be whole in the concept of love.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
Below are two of my fav readers/writers David. Really good poets but... where here to talk about your work now aren't we? In aspects Tai is correct we can't define love as a whole but you can define oneself in love and the bad is just as important as the good. This piece is proof of this. Then we have Helen's comment 3rd stanza is an eye opener to those skeptics out there who believe love is just love... It is compition. And personally... between you, I and everybody who reads this. Girls shouldn't always pick the 1st to win the race. Because if he wins this one, Is it going to stop with just one? ? Good work David, Well penned once again.
I love this poem, esp.3rd stanza, though they are all perfect. It's a wonderful way of capturing what love does to us and the effect words can have on our emotional state. You're very good. HG: -) xx
(Heavy sigh) You have a wonderful grip on some very slippery things.
David, love is the constant demon of our soul. One minute it wants to take us to the heights of heaven, then the next it wants to destroy us. Brilliant write my friend. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David
love really is a destruction within...ur words are so passionate really..its good....
the way you camptured emotions is extremely compelling. i LOVE this piece and look foward to reading more
David, I appreciate the passion of your words and you will find as you get older you will write a different poem...I say of love...'mentor, tormentor'...I am excited at the prospect of reading more of your work. Dorothy
You have attempted to define the enigma that is love - and what love means to you in it's many guises - You write from the heart David and you present an array of thoughts that will resonate with many readers in part or in whole. A thought provoking poem. j.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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11/29/2023 3:52:17 PM # 1.0.0.1118
Perhaps we analyse love too much, instead of surrendering to it. But then, as a poet, you have no choice, do you? F