I have written a couple poems, tell me what you think
These are my two most recent poems that I have written. The first one was written about 3-4 months ago and the other one I wrote last night when I felt inspired to write. Yes, they both deal with love. The first one was written when I was angry and annoyed at being single for so long, and I expressed my views on the superciality of love and how it is easy to be deluded by infatuation and not love. The second poem is me wondering what romantic love really is. It is a hybrid between free verse and a rhyme scheme. Enjoy and tell me what you think!
A Malcontent’s view on Love
Blissful dreams and clever schemes,
Fill the human mind,
Nothing seems just like our dreams,
For love is truly blind.
Appearances are such interferences,
As we hope and pray,
Because of lust we foolishly trust,
In our shallow way,
That tedious emotion of extreme commotion,
Plucks at our heart's strings,
Unforgiving desire always ignites the fire,
From which our sorrow springs.
Vanity will embrace humanity,
Personality doesn't mean s**t,
For physical beauty is the booty,
The prize we seek to get.
Intelligence holds no relevance,
and neither does intimacy,
Charm and grace holds no place,
For those to blinded to see.
Resentment is the predicament,
For the dissatisfied,
Who think romance never gave them chance,
To feel such love inside.
While the foolish dream and players scheme,
The malcontent will detest,
The sad reality of superficiality,
That all hold in their breast.
"Love"
What is love?
Can it be measured with a ruler?
Can it be weighed with a scale?
Can you hold it in your hands?
No...
Yet people trust in it
They trust in something intangible
Why do they trust so ardently?
In an emotion that they can't see?
They only trust in what they feel,
And conclude that love is real.
I've never felt romantic love
But I have felt infatuation
The pounding of the heart
The warm feeling inside
The feeling of happiness
Such an emotion feels like bliss,
But even I will tell you this,
To trust in it will leave you blind,
To what you really want to find.
Infatuation is a shallow joy
That comes and goes like a rainy day
It is a mocking illusion
Of what love is supposed to be
But what does "love" really mean?
Is it just a silly dream?
Concocted by a simple thought,
To ease the minds of the distraught?
I may never understand romantic love
It is too abstract to be defined
With psychological theories and models
It can only be fully understood
Through practical application
Such is the case of irony,
To look for what you can not see.
To only trust in what you feel,
And hope that love will be surreal
A Malcontent’s view on Love
Blissful dreams and clever schemes,
Fill the human mind,
Nothing seems just like our dreams,
For love is truly blind.
Appearances are such interferences,
As we hope and pray,
Because of lust we foolishly trust,
In our shallow way,
That tedious emotion of extreme commotion,
Plucks at our heart's strings,
Unforgiving desire always ignites the fire,
From which our sorrow springs.
Vanity will embrace humanity,
Personality doesn't mean sh**,
For physical beauty is the booty,
The prize we seek to get.
Intelligence holds no relevance,
and neither does intimacy,
Charm and grace holds no place,
For those to blinded to see.
Resentment is the predicament,
For the dissatisfied,
Who think romance never gave them chance,
To feel such love inside.
While the foolish dream and players scheme,
The malcontent will detest,
The sad reality of superficiality,
That all hold in their breast.
"Love"
What is love?
Can it be measured with a ruler?
Can it be weighed with a scale?
Can you hold it in your hands?
No...
Yet people trust in it
They trust in something intangible
Why do they trust so ardently?
In an emotion that they can't see?
They only trust in what they feel,
And conclude that love is real.
I've never felt romantic love
But I have felt infatuation
The pounding of the heart
The warm feeling inside
The feeling of happiness
Such an emotion feels like bliss,
But even I will tell you this,
To trust in it will leave you blind,
To what you really want to find.
Infatuation is a shallow joy
That comes and goes like a rainy day
It is a mocking illusion
Of what love is supposed to be
But what does "love" really mean?
Is it just a silly dream?
Concocted by a simple thought,
To ease the minds of the distraught?
I may never understand romantic love
It is too abstract to be defined
With psychological theories and models
It can only be fully understood
Through practical application
Such is the case of irony,
To look for what you can not see.
To only trust in what you feel,
And hope that love will be surreal
Personality doesn't mean sh**,
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this was clever, very nice flow, not very much imagery but it has something else that fills that spot.
its very intelligent, witty.
i liked this very much.
kudos whoever you are, and thank you for sharing.
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As much as imagery is nice in a poem, such as Robert Frost's "Nothing gold can stay" and Edgar Allen Poe's "the Raven", I prefer to have wit and playful banter in my poems. I don't leave much to the imagination, but my poems are interesting to say the least. I don't get too flowery with imagery.