the IS arguments between Prose and Poem, by PenPenPoems
IS, i don’t understand it, Poem?)
I don’t understand why, why you’re so illogical, I
Oh my goodness.
I’m getting hotter.
I’ll hang forever the phone.
Postpone it for years.
Our conversation about the aisle is going nowhere.
We will not survive.
There, dig it darling.
We must still finish our education, why won’t you?
My fears. Hope you’ll think of tomorrow.
How about our food? Our home?
Those things need to be solved first.
These will be big losses for you and me.
We need a little more than comfort and convenience.
The unplanned future are full of insecurities and pains.
Let us postpone our love for the next five years.
Now, face it.
Love, be more practical,
IS, now you understand it, Prose!)
Oh darling dig it
the not the it
the losses of the big be of will
must finish the still
full of insecurities I dont
going getting practical I wont
the phone hangs the me
the illogical me
the goodness in you in me
the happiness will be
dig it there
yes to aisle
no to Ill
more than five
will be solved and we will survive
for me unplanned
hang the tomorrow
next now more how
postpone the fears
postpone the years
the are of our things in us are IS
the are of our needs in us are IS
the are of our insecurities in us are IS
the are of our fears in us are IS
the are of our pains in us are IS
the are of our years in us are IS
the are of these and those in us are IS
the are in our future in us are IS
IS our hope
IS our home
IS our fears
IS our pains
IS our convenience
IS our comfort
IS our happiness
IS our love
IS our first
2 Sep 2009
|Posted: 2010-03-10 05:33:32 UTC|
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|2010-03-10 06:35:43||juvy p
|It really twist me, thats what we called poem. Unique form, the substance is there, it makes my mind explore.. feels like exploring my imagery...Very interesting.
|2010-03-10 06:55:49||juvy p
|Very unique poem, unique style..here is my vote,9/9..
|hmmmm . . . im not so sure of this poem/prose. . . I do know the meaning of prose is not poetry but just ordinary writing . . . so I must ask what are you getting at??