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Tug of War

This tug of war we're playing is no game Especially when my love is the rope The back and forth is causing such a strain That all I'm holding on to now is hope It seems that's all of you that's left to hold When once I had you in these loving arms But love gets slippery when it gets cold Your chill has even frozen all my charm To think that you could love someone like me Whose only treasure is a broken heart I was a fool when I dared to believe And should have known it from the very start Though it is broken. my heart is still gold If you can't see it's value, let it go an original poem by Daniel Turner

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Vladislav Raven

Date: 8/16/2016 8:38:00 PM

Hi Daniel, a sad sonnet, so well written my friend, with so much excellent content. One can not tell whether this write is real or not and that makes this write even more special. Let your songs keep coming Daniel, for they are special. This Sonnet is a seven....Mike.

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 8:41:00 PM

I'm too old to play games Mike. It is just a poem. Still working on writing sonnets. Thank you my friend for dropping by. It is always a pleasure.

Paul Callus

Date: 8/16/2016 3:46:00 PM

You put in a lot of feeling into this sonnet, Daniel. Love can become one big emotional game, and hope alone is not going to solve the whole problem! ~ Regards // paul

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 4:04:00 PM

Thank you for stopping by Paul. It's just a poem. I'm not a big fan of hope. I always say, if hope is a burning candle, when it all burns up there is nothing left but a mess. I live in the now because tomorrow is promised to no one.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/16/2016 3:45:00 PM

what a very well written sonnet this is, Daniel. The tug of rope metaphor is very easy for folks to relate to. Sorry I was not around yesterday. I've been a very busy beaver.

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 4:01:00 PM

Thank you for stopping by. How are you feeling? You doing OK? You know me, I don't take offense when people don't comment or read. I write for myself. I hope you are well. Just take care of yourself.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/16/2016 2:05:00 PM

- A sonnet of best quality, with a sad content - Not all dreams come true, Daniel - Best wishes and warm hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 2:58:00 PM

I know Anne-Lise. I have dreamed about you and that has not come true:) Thank you for stopping in to remind me:)

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 8/16/2016 7:45:00 AM

You just need a lady who is poetic. Someone who you can woo with your words because your words reveal that shinning gold that could become her treasure. I love the naked beauty of your soul revealed in this little gem Daniel. ; ) 7

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 7:52:00 AM

You are one sweet lady, Connie! I would be inclined to agree with your assessment. Honestly, I am just tired of all of the drama. I just want to ride off into the sunset. I'm sure you can understand. Thank you for lovely visits and comments.

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 8/16/2016 5:29:00 AM

We do not give our gold to the ones who do not deserve it my friend, Daniel! An emotional powerful writing!

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 7:02:00 AM

Hello birthday boy! I am too old to be taking chances with my heart, Demetrios. It is just a poem. My heart has been broken so many times, it just does not appear attractive, so no one tries to get it anymore. Thank you so much for spending a little of your birthday with me. I feel honored. God bless you, Demetrios!

Lynn Marie

Date: 8/16/2016 1:01:00 AM

Staggering in it's sadness, your sonnet has a tinge of hope in the last line...where there is hope...there is possibility.:-) Excellent writing, a favourite. blessings, lynn

Lynn Marie
Date: 8/16/2016 10:30:00 AM

I'm just happy your comment is "longer" than mine..a "first" for me..lol :-) :-)

Daniel Turner
Date: 8/16/2016 6:57:00 AM

I'm not a big fan of hope. I'm more inclined to hang out with his evil twin, misery. If hope is a burning candle, what is left when it melts? A mess! I am really getting used to seeing you. Must have a conversation some day soon. Thank you so much for reading and commenting.