this is my first effort...


nonsensical

silence, confused confidence
becoming quite attentive,
responding in turn, abrupt,
the premise of thought, interrupt...

such designs, of incorporate trust
prove to infect possibility,
though allocations neglect
to revolve of love deemed perfect...
too surely.

the definition of such,
the sort of feeling's 'compose',
love is what we wish
not what they suppose...

the actual sort of despair, my heart
brings attention without emotion
supposing ideals misconstrued
perhaps reflect your love proved...




Poetry by wonderbread
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Written on 2006-12-12 at 13:43

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Zoya Zaidi
'love is what we wish
not what they suppose...'

I like these lines...
In fact the whole feel of the poem is good!
If it is really your first effort-then you are a natural!
Yes, love is as we percieve it; every one has his or her iea of love...
Welcome to the Bay!
Love, Zoya
2006-12-14


night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
A good poem! Welcome to poetbay!And keep writing I will be reading!*applause*
2006-12-12