Underprized.
Love, the underprized eternal God-word
has become today
outmoded.
Alteration stains its disguised state,
for love absurdly changed to shadows
is merely pretence
been coroded.
Masquerading as some trait of worth,
love lies weakened and is nowhere
special, seen by some
as inept.
Left unnurtured, this thing called love
just withers further, doubt invades,
and its power fades
to senseless.
Desecration of a word turned usurper,
love so deteriorates that users
agree this love is of
no consequence,
an emotion
demeaned.
Once confessed it needs constancy,
otherwise as with any mistook
God-word, compromised
love becomes
surreal.
SaneJustBarely
Love is also adaptable, forgiving and all encompassing when it is real andit is nurtured. Your friend in words, Pete
Love is also adaptable, forgiving and all encompassing when it is real andit is nurtured. Your friend in words, Pete
cjkrieger
It is wonderful how we look and perceive our world and those around us. It is even more wonderful when we are able to keep these pieces of time to remember as life goes on. May you always remember the beauty of those superb times of your life. A wonderful piece of penning.
It is wonderful how we look and perceive our world and those around us. It is even more wonderful when we are able to keep these pieces of time to remember as life goes on. May you always remember the beauty of those superb times of your life. A wonderful piece of penning.
Amazing Kate
Fay, you've expressed Love from your heart and it shines like the noon day sun. Absolutely lovely! Love is not the same for everyone and when it is abused it withers and then dies, not only in the mind, but especially the soul. Beautiful piece. Hugs, Katie
Fay, you've expressed Love from your heart and it shines like the noon day sun. Absolutely lovely! Love is not the same for everyone and when it is abused it withers and then dies, not only in the mind, but especially the soul. Beautiful piece. Hugs, Katie
shanmugam
a great insight into love.
a great insight into love.
Nikunj
This is divine , various forms of love come through vividly in an epiphanic way . Yes one must nurture the seeds well and feed em sunlight if the fruits needs to see light of the day. Wowers for this wonderful piece.
This is divine , various forms of love come through vividly in an epiphanic way . Yes one must nurture the seeds well and feed em sunlight if the fruits needs to see light of the day. Wowers for this wonderful piece.
kath
Unutterably beautiful poetry here Fay. Love is so precious, and yet is treated as yet another throw-away commodity in a throw-away world. Yor words are perfectly arranged to best communicate such a moving message. It really shines through that this poem is from the heart. :) Recommended. kath xxx
Unutterably beautiful poetry here Fay. Love is so precious, and yet is treated as yet another throw-away commodity in a throw-away world. Yor words are perfectly arranged to best communicate such a moving message. It really shines through that this poem is from the heart. :) Recommended. kath xxx
Yacov Mitchenko
An interesting composition, Fay. I appreciate the form and the line breaks as well. I would say the word itself has become soiled. What we often take as love is nothing more than a romantic image we have of someone, interspersed with concepts and expectations. Moreover, and equally harmful, is an emptiness we feel which we try to cover through another person. In that case, it's sensory stimulation, an avoidance, not love. And then, when the expectations have been flushed down the toilet, we feel bitter, betrayed, when we were the betrayers ourselves all along.
An interesting composition, Fay. I appreciate the form and the line breaks as well. I would say the word itself has become soiled. What we often take as love is nothing more than a romantic image we have of someone, interspersed with concepts and expectations. Moreover, and equally harmful, is an emptiness we feel which we try to cover through another person. In that case, it's sensory stimulation, an avoidance, not love. And then, when the expectations have been flushed down the toilet, we feel bitter, betrayed, when we were the betrayers ourselves all along.
seema chowdhury
Nicely expressed.
Nicely expressed.
carol
love needs to be used great message fay
love needs to be used great message fay
Menime Soul
So very true...penned it beautifully.
So very true...penned it beautifully.
SaneJustBarely
Some edgy thoughts about a word that so often gets misused and abused. Your friend in words, Pete
Some edgy thoughts about a word that so often gets misused and abused. Your friend in words, Pete
Sandra Martyres
Great reflections on the subject of love Fay.... I think the closing stanza really makes a brilliant conclusion that confessed love needs a constancy..or it will end us as being surreal
Great reflections on the subject of love Fay.... I think the closing stanza really makes a brilliant conclusion that confessed love needs a constancy..or it will end us as being surreal
Jenny Gordon
Lovely. I really like this sensible reflection on the modern perversion masquerading as "love" whereby man then judges God's more or less, in effect at length, failing to realize that Jehovah having set the standard, we must match what we think is love against Him, where as this excellently concludes, His faithfulness forever shines. Awesome, I love how beautifully this tackles love's demise with wonderful metaphors and perfect imagery. Superb, I quite enjoyed this!
Lovely. I really like this sensible reflection on the modern perversion masquerading as "love" whereby man then judges God's more or less, in effect at length, failing to realize that Jehovah having set the standard, we must match what we think is love against Him, where as this excellently concludes, His faithfulness forever shines. Awesome, I love how beautifully this tackles love's demise with wonderful metaphors and perfect imagery. Superb, I quite enjoyed this!
Chaos1214
Well told! Love is the thing too often taken for granted... until it is no longer available
Well told! Love is the thing too often taken for granted... until it is no longer available
I love the title and the concluding lines of this insightful poem. We define ourselves by what we choose to cherish and the same is true for a culture as a whole.