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I wish I knew where you were:
It seems like you are not here.
Please start shouting or waving before
We think you're not here anymore!
I don't want a cherub, flowers in bloom:
I want you inhabiting every room.
Before it goes tits up
Please, Love, please stand up.
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Comments (11)
Your poem expresses the feelings of many who love deeply and do not want to lose their loved ones. You use metaphors cleverly and express your emotions in a rich way
Love is like a ghost. You gotta see it to believe it's in the room. ⚡💙⚡
Well, that's one way to put it! Very cleverly done, Rachel!
Your last line made me think of erectile dysfunctional, lol. Loved your poem!
That’s a cracking last line.
You're more likely to get the real Slim Shady... Well-wrought!
Bugger St Valentine and all his red rose and gilded trappings. Where’s the real love? This is awesome, Rachel!
Short, sharp, and brimming with raw emotion—this one punches right through. A plea, a demand, a desperate hope all wrapped in rhythm. Love better answer before it’s too late!
Poor bugger is on life support.
Sounds like someone is lost, beautiful words however. Well Done!!!
This is obviously not me, but if you are hidden and quiet no one will know you are there. Great poetic advice