Peter Dome Poet Free verse

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Agony and Ecstasy

Agony And Ecstasy.
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Pain may be the curse
Or the  of pleasure
The piercing dagger or 
A heavy weight to bare
Or one light as a feather
.
Pain can be bitter
But it can also be sweet
A rotten apple
Or a tasty savoury treat
.
It can cause much harm
Or leave one
Sublimely calm
Lead you astray
Or make a 
Wonderful
Happy day
.
Pain can ravish and torment
The wounded soul
Or awaken hidden pleasure
Making one feel young 
Even when one is old
.
Pain and suffering
Has led to many battles and wars
Leave many scars
And open up wounds
And so many sores
.
But the sweetest pain of all
Is when tender kisses begin to fall
Upon my sensitive skin
And I feel euphoria and ecstasy
From deep within
From the soothing salve 
That true love
Can bestow and bring.
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Peter Dome©2021.

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Jennifer Proxenos January 2, 2021 at 9:48 AM Hi Peter, so many different kinds of pain, yet the pain of true love is really the one that soothes and balms the skin. So well penned my friend. Happy new Year. Hugs and blessings. Jennifer. Peter Dome January 2, 2021 at 2:16 PM Thank you Jennifer. so true. that's the pain I meant the sweetest of all.Happy new year to you and your family take care. Pete.

Charlotte Puddifoot January 2, 2021 at 8:05 AM well we know all about the agony, but the ecstasy...? i dig your romantic writes x :) Peter Dome January 2, 2021 at 2:21 PM Hi Charlotte. i see where you are coming from my friend. I didn't do a good job of this. the ecstasy is the sweet pain that love can bring in a kiss, or when making love. those intense moments almost, too pleasurable to bare. glad you enjoy my writes kitten. Your squeaky mouse. Pete. X

Victor Buhagiar January 1, 2021 at 10:25 PM The more one loves the more the pain, Next month will be the forth anniversary of my wife's death. Never forgotten and the pain is still there. It can't be helped. That's life. ~~ Peter Dome January 2, 2021 at 2:23 PM So sorry victor bless. that's dreadful. i don't think this poem was a good idea, I should have made it more clear. my heart goes out to you Brother. we shall see our loved ones again, but in a much better place than here. take care, Thank you.

Darlene De Beaulieu January 1, 2021 at 11:10 AM Hello Peter, the pain can hurt for a very long time. When one thinks healing has taken place pain enters again. A question I wanted to ask my dead husband will never get answered. So i will always wonder. Now I will push that unanswered question away. To live my life for the now. Enjoy your day my friend. x Darlene De Beaulieu January 2, 2021 at 3:43 PM Hello Peter, I no longer think of the unanswered question I wanted to ask my dead husband. I am ready to move on. Ready to start a new. The past is gone i no longer live in the past.Yes we will see our loved ones in a better place. x Peter Dome January 1, 2021 at 11:39 AM So sorry Darlene. My heart goes out to you.I suppose the pain never leaves, but we just find new ways to deal with it the best we can but as you know it's not easy. we have to think what our loved ones would have wanted. i have had another comment elsewhere. i don't think this poem was a good idea. Take heart, we will soon see our loved ones again, but in a much better place than this thank you. Take care Pete.X.