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Array ( [sid] => 171350 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => corn on the bop [time] => 2012-03-16 17:04:40 [hometext] => a bop is similar to a sonnet with a refrain after stanza's of 6, 8 and 6. Does not have to rhyme but should normally stick to iambic pentameter. Stanza's should consist of problem, expansion, solution/collapse [bodytext] => I'm here, she's there, our paths are lost to fate
efforts exhaust, but nothing comes to bear
I long for that sweet something on my plate
but I have lost the means to catch my share
the thrill we felt when we had that first date
she knows now, Oz is fake, and she don't care
For love is an illusion, hearts are cruel

I yearn for her and know my plans are wrong
I think each day too much of where she'll be
the love she lost stays with me and it's strong
but she is like a wall against my plea
although I know it's fate and she belongs
banging my head encouraged her to flee
now I'm alone, I listen to my songs
knowing I've lost all and she flies so free
For love is an illusion, hearts are cruel

Well I can't take this feeling as my own
it eats away, leaving me bare and cold
perfect love memories are dry as bone
no sustenance is gained, I must be bold
I swallow at my pride; enter the zone
and meet with she whose love is bought and sold
For love is an illusion, hearts are cruel [comments] => 2 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 43 [informant] => poeticjestix [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
corn on the bop

Contributed by poeticjestix on Friday, 16th March 2012 @ 05:04:40 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



I'm here, she's there, our paths are lost to fate
efforts exhaust, but nothing comes to bear
I long for that sweet something on my plate
but I have lost the means to catch my share
the thrill we felt when we had that first date
she knows now, Oz is fake, and she don't care
For love is an illusion, hearts are cruel

I yearn for her and know my plans are wrong
I think each day too much of where she'll be
the love she lost stays with me and it's strong
but she is like a wall against my plea
although I know it's fate and she belongs
banging my head encouraged her to flee
now I'm alone, I listen to my songs
knowing I've lost all and she flies so free
For love is an illusion, hearts are cruel

Well I can't take this feeling as my own
it eats away, leaving me bare and cold
perfect love memories are dry as bone
no sustenance is gained, I must be bold
I swallow at my pride; enter the zone
and meet with she whose love is bought and sold
For love is an illusion, hearts are cruel




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Re: corn on the bop (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 16th March 2012 @ 09:11:40 PM AEST
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Awesome writing, friend.
Blessings,
emy


Re: corn on the bop (User Rating: 1 )
by doug on Tuesday, 10th April 2012 @ 08:51:24 AM AEST
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It's nice to see someone who is really exploring the aspects of poetry. To often I see writing that is hardly much more than just an unpleasant vomiting of haphazard emotion with no structure and little thought put into why anyone would wish to read such a "poem". I'm all for free verse but to throw the older forms away entirely is unfair. They are still beautiful and very capable or moving one's emotions and being relevent. Please keep writing and exploring the art of poetry. Your poem was well written and enjoyable. truly , doug




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