John Loving Iii Poet I do not know?

Forsaken

it's forbidden for me to love
yet thoughts light on me like a dove
with hell fire beaconing me to fly away
yet my soul welcomes sweet ideals to stay
don't go away; stay
in my arms
sway to songs
written so long ago

but ancient ears listen
and spread rumors to eyes that glisten

how hungry are those that wait
who's hearts become filled with hate
and malice intended for the sake of hate
that causes worlds to shake
and feet to slip into fiery lake
dragged down by those forsaken 
those from whom love was taken

they open our mouths and feed us hate
the sweetness of love has left
the  bitterest taste
true repentance reveals our mistake
safety of life and sanity at stake
from whom love may requires
our life take

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Poet Destroyer A December 27, 2010 at 8:33 AM Wow! John, I wish it was forsaken for me to love,, But, here I am all tangled up in sweet hate .. Enjoyed your poem,, its love and hate that makes the love go round and round,,,p.d.

Robin L. Gass January 23, 2009 at 4:45 PM I really like this John. Parts of it read like a song for me. Too much hate in the world and how many times in our lives are we touched by the many forms it takes especially when t stands in the way of love. Love, Robin

Karen Feist September 7, 2008 at 10:17 AM I started to comment on this and got distracted, and lost what i wrote. I have to get outside now to spend quality time with my children (the plants, birds, watering can, banana boat suntan oil, and my camera and sketch book). By the time I get to the back door i'm lucky if the sun is still shining. All the football games are starting. I can't let that distract me.... Have a wonderful day, John love, karen f.

John Tanaskow September 6, 2008 at 9:26 AM no i didn't hi the ground. but close to.

Phyllis Babcock September 1, 2008 at 6:59 PM Missed reading some of these I guess I had better get reading. Yes life can be bittersweet and we can feel your passion in this poem. Excellent. God Bless Phyl

Deneen White September 1, 2008 at 1:20 PM hi John missed you, this write is filled with hungry pain and regret, I feel the passion and strength, heart-wrenching write, take care D-nyce

Kristin Reynolds September 1, 2008 at 5:04 AM Hey there, John! Yes, so many things in life are bittersweet, you have captured this feeling well in verse, well done, love Kristin

Derrick Burton August 31, 2008 at 6:01 PM beautiful poem and I really how you through words in experimenting with new ways of laying out poetry. great poem