Ode To Love Poem by Brooke Renwick
Ode To Love
Loneliness is a festering boil.
Say the fullness of my bones,
can be whittled and honed.
Can be carved and crushed.
If I displease you and such.
For the sake of simplicity,
I do complain,
But, my faults are all gained,
From the culture at hand.
A culture of such grand, grand
contradiction.
And to you, I will tend,
To avoid the pits of oblivion!
To avoid that path,
where few of us can laugh,
At the pain.
At loneliness.
Excellent write. It is indeed a grand, grand culture, of contradiction.
A refined poetic imagination, Brookus Chookus. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
You have sharpened the pencil, I feel, to write this...It is marvellous I like it immensely. thank you Brook. Cheers, Geoffrey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Another Ode Poem, A view at Love and Friendship with a tad of irony. That makes the poem well balanced. Lovely Poem, Brook. A 10 Full Vote.
Thanks very much Sylvia!