she serves silence,
it lies on the tongue
like ash.
her quiet cuts
jagged,
tears the hem of my heart
I unravel,
and she throws my words away
with burnt-black peppers.

It's sad.
HP feels like a ghost town
again.
What if all of us, in a
concerted effort supported
each other as poets?
If we have nothing else,
we have each other.
And we can back each other
and read our dying art, and comment.
PLEASE.

A Poem: If this is Love

If this is just a feeling, I can't tell
If it's infatuation, I can't spell
But one thing keeps ringing deep down in me
That, if this is Love, then I'm the happiest me


I know I may not be perfect
I know I may not be able to write you a tercet
But please don't forget that I still love you
When that word, love, is preached your memory comes to mind anew


I'm out of words to describe your steadfastness
I dream of your beautifully coloured goodness
I refuse to accept this as infatuation
It's vivid, it's evident and needs no investigation


If this is Love, then I pray it comes true
This one is above my Achilles heel I tell you
It's as if our encounter should never die
I've been hiding this, my Dear I would not lie

© Daniels Pen ™ 2020.

What love is, I could not understand yet
You just hurt me, didn't love me a little bit
That's why love means to me- I am a stray.
I'm not going to be a love seeker anymore!

My heart has burned out in the fire of love.
It wasn't real love; It has been just your pride.
Now I am suffering from burning love.
But God knows how much I love you, dear!

I can't find real love; Where did I lose it?
I cry tears for you and I am tired of it
I have no one to help me to be confident
No, I'm not going to be a follower of lovers.

I'm burning in the fire of love, day and night
Tell me, what distress did I do to you?
How hard to forget your memories!
It's more painful to me than your sweet love!