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friend?

stamped
in circle
making squares
becoming dust
in rooms
           [that should have been cleaned
             years ago]

she won't find her way
in
forgetting favors
that were required
or gestures
that were expected
                   [even if only in silence.]


they won't kill you today,
or look for you tomorrow
but they will
remember
stout cowards
                [who pushed when they should have held tight]
and she will
understand    
             at last
that life
will not be in order
and love
can not be demanded.

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Written June 28th, 2006

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  • Candy6
    June 28, 2007
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    Very good poem.
  • ian sawicki
    September 27, 2006
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    life is a swirling mess of chaos yes - made me think of loneliness this, especially with the dusty room, and then she won't find her way in. spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...

  • asymmetry
    July 16, 2006
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    it's compelling from start to finish, but the last 7 lines put you on my favs. excellent

  • Always Deena
    July 11, 2006
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  • Emosie Vloei
    July 3, 2006
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    you capture so much emotion in this.life will not be in order love can not be demanded ...i like that.i see why you have all the cups

  • JenP
    July 2, 2006
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    Love this, especially the last few lines.

  • poetryality silver member
    July 2, 2006
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    "love cannot be demanded"

    The truth in this line is over the top! Love is give and take. It is speaking for a friend when they have laryngitis because you know what they want to say. It's an offering! WE give it without conditions. These words seem to seep from a heavy heart. I hope you feel light soon my friend.

    This is sad, angry, with bitter tones but expertly written. I love it when a poet writes what they truly feel. Keep that pen filled with ink my love, and tell it till it's gone.

    All My LOVE ♥
    Renee
    Edited on Jul 02, 7:33 p.m. because ' '.

  • AzureBlue
    June 29, 2006
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    Awesome write, Venessa...deserving of a big hug...


    I love you

    Lorena

  • zt
    June 28, 2006
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    Predictablity is never an option with you. I read these poems of yours and can never tell if they reflect life now, life tomorrow, life yesterday or life never for you. I find much anger in this one, which is preferable to “much sadness” in my book. In spite of the anger, this is also cold and a bit lonely. It’s as if you have set yourself apart from the world for some reason--perhaps withdrawing from some perceived slight? You are right: "love can not be demanded." What will be given in answer to those demands will not be love, for love is not a product of fear or obligation. It comes without being asked. It comes out of caring and knowing that what is in your heart is true and what is in that other heart is good...and demands are rarely a good thing...
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