#138: Love is but a word

Love is but a Word
To some, not all.
For others, it is a Dream
A Place where everything blossoms
Like flowers in May.

To me, it is an illusion
A delusion, to escape worldly problems,
And yet, Love itself
Contributes as many problems
As it solves.

#137: Friend on a plane

A friend leaves tomorrow,
On a plane to down under.
Whither she came,
Whence she left,
Will we ever meet again?

#136: Why'd you left?

Lost me, you have
O beauteous one!
Why, why had you left?
Left me all alone, right?
No?

#135: Broken heart

Cometh another day
Of celebration for
The clueless and ignorant.
Lies here a broken heart
Myne.

#134: Duplicating?

Oh really? Really, oh?
Sometimes it's hard, hard it is sometimes
To make sense of things, when things of sense make to
Nothing more, more nothing
From me, to you, you to me from.

In response to:

Why?
Why?
The easiest way to write poetry ...
The easiest way to write poetry ...
is to say everything twice.
is to say everything twice.
Then you are assured
Then you are assured
that everything rhymes.
that everything rhymes.

by roberty