I met a woman and after 7 months of dating I said to her; I love you, her reply, you're too sentimental. End of that romance.
bungallow55Lakeland, Florida USAJan 23, 2013
Yes, JimEee
And you keep writing lovely poems.
SkymoreRiga, LatviaJan 24, 2013
'Rose ... implanted in one's heart to grow ...' so nice and so true ! Rose isn't everlastingly growing and blooming ... If it happens to be in our garden even for some years ( a limited time ) , shouldn't we be happy and thankful to it ? It has made our garden breathe and look differently . Love is not an ordinary thing , as a rose isn't just a flower ,but a flower of flowers. Thank you , JimEee for the nice poem !
JimEeeOPNew Haven, Connecticut USAJan 24, 2013
Skymore
A Rose is a Rose, is a Rose!
Oh Love to grow into a beautiful Rose!
To share it's beauty as it grows!
Oh Love, like a Rose, is beautiful too!
It breathes a beauty that glows within!
Beauty that glimmers in one's awaiting Heart!
It is a flower of flowers ...
Not an ordinary thing! ......................
I like your "wording"
"A flower of flowers" "Not an ordinary Thing"
How nice!
JimEee
SkymoreRiga, LatviaJan 24, 2013
My sincerest gratitude to you , JimEee ! Your poems are like a song leading us through gardens of roses, inviting to dance , bursting into tears ... They are just like Life full of sunshine and thunderstorm , light and darkness...
JimEeeOPNew Haven, Connecticut USAJan 24, 2013
Skymore MY Poetress such, artistic images ... floods ones mind JimEee
Poet of the lonely heart, as a moth you are driven to fire, knowing well you may perish in the flames of love.
"It is a blank wall, an old wall - a heart burdened by drought and clay: write your name here, but don't pierce it with nails." ("At the door of a lonely heart" by Abboud Al Jabiri)
Wish your Love's Dilemma is resolved to your lonely heart's content!
JimEeeOPNew Haven, Connecticut USAJan 24, 2013
Marikia
I knock upon an empty chamber door!
The chamber has no space for me and I must go away!
I seek another, that has people there one that I can explore!
Lonely heart beating on a blank door of clay
I beat and beat, why do ye turn your back on me
You always turn away!
Burned is the moth by the blazing roaring Flame
For me I am burnt by Loneliness which to me is the very same!
Oh why! Doth this Loneliness ... Oh! Horribly remain!
Marikia, my friend,
Thanks for your comments and the holding of my lonely hand as I poem the loneliness away!
Comments (8)
I met a woman and after 7 months of dating
I said to her; I love you, her reply,
you're too sentimental. End of that romance.
And you keep writing lovely poems.
Rose isn't everlastingly growing and blooming ... If it happens to be in our garden even for some years ( a limited time ) , shouldn't we be happy and thankful to it ? It has made our garden breathe and look differently .
Love is not an ordinary thing , as a rose isn't just a flower ,but a flower of flowers.
Thank you , JimEee for the nice poem !
A Rose is a Rose, is a Rose!
Oh Love to grow into a beautiful Rose!
To share it's beauty as it grows!
Oh Love, like a Rose, is beautiful too!
It breathes a beauty that glows within!
Beauty that glimmers in one's awaiting Heart!
It is a flower of flowers ...
Not an ordinary thing!
......................
I like your "wording"
"A flower of flowers"
"Not an ordinary Thing"
How nice!
JimEee
Your poems are like a song leading us through gardens of roses, inviting to dance , bursting into tears ... They are just like Life full of sunshine and thunderstorm , light and darkness...
MY Poetress such, artistic images ...
floods ones mind
JimEee
"It is a blank wall,
an old wall -
a heart burdened by drought and clay:
write your name here,
but don't pierce it with nails."
("At the door of a lonely heart" by Abboud Al Jabiri)
Wish your Love's Dilemma is resolved to your lonely heart's content!
I knock upon an empty chamber door!
The chamber has no space for me
and I must go away!
I seek another, that has people there
one that I can explore!
Lonely heart beating on a blank door of clay
I beat and beat, why do ye turn your back on me
You always turn away!
Burned is the moth by the blazing roaring Flame
For me I am burnt by Loneliness
which to me is the very same!
Oh why! Doth this Loneliness ...
Oh! Horribly remain!
Marikia, my friend,
Thanks for your comments and the holding
of my lonely hand as I poem
the loneliness away!
JimEee