hate never helps you forget
try indifference…
that which doesn’t kill you
only makes you…
wish you were dead
pain doesn’t always make you stronger
sometimes it turns you softer
so long as you stay away from bitter
roses are red
perhaps because they bled…?
tomorrow may never come
because this night seems not to end
when friends are tainted by love
neither love nor friendship survives
never write a letter poem when you are angry ~ Chinese Proverb
nice thoughts and yes..hate never helps..its indeed a poem of reality
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Thank you. A warm welcome to my blog :)
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What a lovely poem! I love it – it’s filled with emotions that are so well-described. Especially found the last line, endearing! Well done, Sonya. God bless. :)
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Thanks for your beautiful comment Mal. So happy to read it :)
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It seems to me that poetry (and by extension the poet) thrives on emotion rather than being perverted by it…
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:) Thank you
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Excellent reflection ,right to the point.Regards.
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Thank you. Am happy you appreciated this poem.
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You are very welcome..Have a beautiful Sunday.
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Dear Sonya,
Thank you for this poem. You bring to mind that, sometimes, pain seems severe and unending. I like that you mention the rose whose scent comes from it’s total being of bloom, thorn, and stem.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thank you for appreciating what I felt was an unusual poem for me, Robert.
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I am guilty number one I write when I am angry. Then I apologize for two three days.
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Sometimes Ranu, better out than in.
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