I see them, younger, all the time
with boyfriends, holding their hands
riding on longboards
and going to the movies.
It doesn’t seem exciting to me
or original
because the same thing happens
year after year.
There are no young girls
with fire in their hair.
Most of them wear make-up, before they’re 18
to cover-up
their dullness.
The boys have one thing on their minds
The girls have nothing in their minds
Where do they go
when their hormones slow down?
The flowers are in full bloom and beautiful
but why?
Does nature have a reason?
Maybe, these thoughts are put together by a frustrated philosopher
It doesn’t seem that knowledge is worth knowing
It doesn’t seem that women are worth knowing
They prepare men to be ordinary—to think the same thoughts
and to believe themselves to be useful
This is to assume, nature can’t be by herself
heal herself,
learn from herself.
The girls become tired women
and the boys become nothing.
The tragedy
is that we need to be with other people
like a field of flowers.
Orchids are rare and delicate
They die
so easily.
There are many teachers
and few philosophers.
Those who explain
and those who don’t explain anything.
When everyone is asleep
the writer rises
to wake them up.
Romance is short-lived
because it’s seldom real.
Show me a man, chasing an ideal
and I will show you real love.
Amazing!
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Poetry Goddess! 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Well, i feel that ideals are mental projections… and real love goes way deeper than mere mental projections.
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Perhaps. To live and die by an ideal or to live and die for love… I think it depends on the strength of your love, and it also depends on the strength of your vision.
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