He Loves Me Not (Poem), page 1

posted on Jan, 30 2016 @ 06:50 PM

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He loves me not

I pluck the petals from the flower's stem,
Carelessly throw them to the floor.
Pull them one by one, say again and again,
"Does he love me, or is there love no more."

Sadly, the answer is not the one I seek.
I pull the last petal, watch it fall silently,
A dozen flowers from the finest boutique,
I order more, of a different variety.

As the day fades into a star filled night,
The floor covered with a love long past.
A rainbow of colors, such a beautiful sight,
Each a memory of love not meant to last.

Thanks,
blend57

edit on 30-1-2016 by blend57 because: (no reason given)

Kiloj

posted on Jan, 30 2016 @ 06:57 PM

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a reply to: blend57

Do not fret, in a few years all of your cats will greatly enjoy bedding upon piles of rose petals.

reldra

posted on Jan, 30 2016 @ 07:01 PM

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a reply to: blend57
That is quite pretty

In some places a little too pretty, as the POV is a little sad. I liked the first stanza more as it had more rythm than rhyme.

Silently and variety is a unique rhyme though. I liked that.

Night Star

posted on Jan, 30 2016 @ 07:25 PM

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Good one as always dear Blend!

Punisher75

posted on Jan, 30 2016 @ 07:27 PM

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I don't know if your writing out of the love of writing, or writing "with purpose" so to speak.

If it is the later I am very sorry.