Best Rebuff Poems
Can somebody tell me about love,
Who is love and where does she lives?
Tell me while my heart stays awake,
I need to know otherwise my heart will not stay a rest.
Tell me why I always rule out in the journey of love
Am I a coward or a dreamer who does not go for his resemblance.
I have replete with all manner of information,
But am cautious when it come to love.
I know the journey of love
I know it embarks by chivalrous, gallant matured people.
But am not exempted from them
I know the journey attracts caring driver, efficient fuel, reliable engine.
As I sat on my bed with a pain in my heart
My brain can not omit how my aimless neighbors have double their slots.
Can someone tell me why women like flashy chaps with narrow visions
How can we the courageous, daring visionary ones are always rule out in the journey of love
As I sat with my widow lay awake.
I could see fireflies darting in disarray like a heart break,
I could hear the frogs croaking in the mid of moonlight with their fondness.
How long would I be treated like a scrap in the journey of love?
I have even lost taste,
I am waiting for my completion in the journey of love where there will be no heartache.
O, why's my love not quite enough
You say that things are super-rough
You have to be insanely tough
And turn your voice up extra-gruff
No time to be a soft creampuff
Solution's made of sterner stuff --
I pray you'll hear this friend's rebuff
~ True love is always THE right stuff
(Iambic Tetrameter)
"At my bitter wits' end,"
was her mutter.
"Both of them?"
facetiously, I did utter.
"I'm beside myself,"
emotionally, she cried.
"A split personality,"
jokingly, I replied.
"No, I am but one,
and all tangled up I've become,"
instantly, her rebuff.
"At a loose end then?"
I questioned, off the cuff.
"Tied up in knots, more like it,"
in distress, her response.
"Prepared, like a Boy Scout, I'll be your undoing,"
I observed, feigning nonchalance,
"Give the word, and then, who knows,"
hopeful, I had half a chance,
she heard me suggestively propose.
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What is the difference between poetry and fluff?
How do you know when it’s the real stuff?
A poem from the heart carries a spirit in its words.
And it speaks to those who will hear it
and sings to them like birds.
A poem from the heart is felt within the soul.
It stirs the emotions into more
than one can hold.
A poem from the heart is seen within the mind.
Painting and creating future memories
for one to find.
A poem from the heart touches other hearts.
It creates lasting impressions like
true lovers torn apart.
Ashes on my feet
Lungs filled with smoke
Are unable to lessen the havoc
The twilights sun diving in the horizon
Making me wonder will these feelings
Set like the twilight sun
Or will they turn into the gentle light of the moon
Fresh "No" Ecos in my ears and linger in,
my head
Deepening my newfound regrets and fears
My right is furious
While left feels your no is glorious
All this has left my mind like a maze with
Shifting walls
While in Anticipation of white rose
All you gifted is yellow carnations