How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Mourn

The melody floats on the gathering of wings

Of an amazing lost love her broken voice sings.

She plays her tears like a tune long ago,

With each stroke letting a lost memory flow.

Loves broken promises, shattering her heart,

Bits and pieces, pain ripping her apart.

Haunting visions, of the way she used to feel,

At a time when she believed their love was real.

© Cynthia Clark

Scrabble Love

Love is a four-letter word

which in Scrabble nets us ten points.

Maybe a player will get lucky and

get a double or triple word score.

That is Scrabble love.

What's a ring without a finger,

or a song without a singer,

What's the day without night,

or a lady without her knight,

What's the beast without beauty,

What's me without you.

Four small letters

One big meaning

Love is the champion

The heart it's meaning

Seen together the meaning is simple

Love is the giver, the heart is the winner

Love wins

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Love is just a four letter word

Hate is one too

But love is not a game to play

For the heart that’s true

For if I were to choose

Between the two

Love scores high with me

With hate you lose!

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Love is not a game

That you should ever play

Love is not for fame

It is genuine and pure

Love is the greatest gift of all

love .....my heart ........loves me

Sadly...too many people look at love as if it were a game. You roll the dice, pick a card and, if it’s not going the way you want it, you change games and play as a new character.

I know you're a Libra and I'm a Pisces,

But I'd like to take the risks

And taste your kisses.

You and I together —

Then we could be phenomenal.

Just don't you try to play me like a toy

because you'll fall like dominoes.

I'm just not that kind of boy.

And if you let me be yours,

You'll taste something truly pure.

We'll be called “The Masterpieces”.

Because you'd have my love and heart

With all its pieces.

Four letters lumped

Splashed with a touch of red

Replete with life... & death

- Nike Koleosho

- memoirsincoal

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Witness than judge

I am not here to judge I am here to witness but my fellow people just don’t understand. They are the people that will never understand anyone except themselves in troubled times. They are the fellows that only talk about themselves and go home expecting everyone else to listen to their problems. They are the people that will never change their attitudes into a good attitude. But that’s fine because that makes up the people we are. They are the fellow people who do the things people don’t ask for. They are the people that will never take no as an answer, but do like to complain about small things in life. They are the fellow people that get what they want by the people never ask why. They are the people that will never be thankful for anything in life. They are the fellow people that look for any reason for war. Those are the people that would rather judge in life instead of witnessing