Friday, March 25, 2011

An Experiment In Poetic Slavery

Ok so my good friend Dylan gave me an assignment a while ago: Write a poem with a rhyme scheme of ABABCDCDEFEFCB in which the first line describes the second quatrain the second the third, the third the fourth and the fourth the couplet. So, here goes nothing.

Oh, what a funny little feeling it is to be in love
More of a glorified universal want than a normal human need
Someday girl, you and I will find ourselves up in the sky and we will watch from above
But for now we can embrace in the paradise of love and wait until our souls are freed.

A little sensation glowing inside you from your head down to your feet
Warming your soul like a fire in the night and letting you know that will never again be cold
The feeling of your lips on mine is sweeter than any traditional childhood treat
A love like ours will never need a label, and never fit any mold.

Fickle little fairies fall freely following false and forgotten notions of romance and intimacy
All want love, few get it, fewer realize when they are in it, and none have it like mine
Advertisements fail to catalogue the greatest human feeling in all its splendor and intricacy
For love never agrees to any rules or regulations and never signs upon the dotted line.

The only force powerful enough to stop a lovers stare is death
But before you die I will stare into those beautiful blue eyes and feel like I'm in heaven
And sooner than we know the day will come when we wake up, say "we made it" draw our last breath
Together we will revel in the afterlife and while most stop at cloud nine we will occupy cloud eleven.

But before the passion and perfection takes place the two lovers must meet.
Climb together into the carriage of romance and let love take the lead.
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Hope you liked it. Not really about anyone specifically just generic sappy shit.

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