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Orchestra


Author: FranticCrisis
ASL Info:    17-Male- New Hampshire
Elite Ratio:    2.54 - 4 /14 /16
Words: 183
Class/Type: Poetry /Love
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I had to take a crack at the lovey dovey stuff again


Orchestra




My love is like a piano,
and yours is like the harp;
Playing them together,
we will never stop.
The feelings that we hold,
surround the world!
Lets warm the ice,
and re-new the story of the old.

The sweet sound of our orchestra
lulls through out the air,
calming everyone,
even those in despair.
The black fog disperse;
we erased this curse.
Our love fills the world
with healing words.

We look at each other, playing.
We smile at one another, praying;
hoping it will never end.
And if it does,
when it will begin again.
Smile back and forth.
Playing every note,
singing every line.
Its what we wrote this time.

The papers flat, and notes are high,
your voice is healing,
our music; soul stealing.
My rhymes carry salve,
for the burned and infected.
Your tone sews the scars,
of the broken and time tested




Submitted on 2010-02-01 20:59:06     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  *Nod,nod* I can completely relate to this poem. Love isn't about taking, taking, taking. It's not about how much you get out of the relationship, and it's certainly not about 'love making' in the end. It's about how your words, your voice, your emotions, your attitude effects the person you spend the most time with. That person who makes your heart and soul heal from years of wounds and distress. Love is about giving a lot and taking little. It's about the sacrifice you make for others. I once heard someone say that there are three kinds of love. The one your born with, the one you receive, and the one you give. Life's about all of that, loving everyone around you. And if the world could learn that lesson on a global scale, then we'd have a world wide song of peace and equality. Maybe I'm jumping the gun and making this poem more than it was meant to be but that's the thing about poetry,it's always bigger than it seems. . .

- Constance A. Hensley
| Posted on 2010-02-02 00:00:00 | by Scaredheart | [ Reply to This ]


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