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    A peculiar discovery.

    Thanks to a forum friend, I've been wandering through writing poetry. I made an unusual discovery that's given me a lot to think about.

    Every poem I start seems to always end up taking on a romantic feel. Not so deeply that it comes off lurid or grotesque, but I find myself coming up with hundreds of ideas for romantic poems, and fewer than a dozen for non-romantic ones. Lost love, new love, found love, old love, hot love, timid love, steamy, sultry, fiery, mundane, and many others that I'm not really sure if I'd be willing to describe in a public space, or in front of ladies. (Sorry, I'm an old-fashioned kind of guy.)

    I'm not so naive that I don't know what this means. It means I need to get... out more.

    I'm curious whether this is a common discovery that others have noticed in themselves. I'm sure it speaks volumes about my mental state, but my other writing doesn't tend to get steamy at all.

    It may be that I've always subconsciously felt that poetry was more tilted in that direction, seducing, craving, but the last twenty I've read, ice cold and not relevant to romance at all. Meanwhile, my wacky mind doesn't seem to know any other topic, and that confuses me.

    Thoughts?
    If I can't go down rockin', then I won't go down at all. - Waylon Jennings.

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    I was looking at my short stories and realised that I nearly always startout with a thing that triggers them, photo booths, longbows, a teatowel, a homo erectus fossil, and so on. They lead on into human relationships, but it is never what triggers them.
    Have you considered writing song lyrics? That does seem to be their main subject.
    A new story

    I finally got 'A Family Business' recorded and loaded, all 37 mins of it, much longer than any I have done before.
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    A lot of poets shy away from writing about the warm fuzzy romantic love poems, afraid that the poem can go oh so cliché... Julia
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    Sometimes I get in situations where I'm writing about the same thing. Usually, though, if it's not baseball or my husband, it's because I have something I have to work out. Once I get there, then my pieces about it stop. Maybe there's a specific thing you need to work out.
    Dream big, fight hard, live proud!

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    Don't fight it.
    A man in possession of a wooden spoon must be in want of a pot to stir.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Bloggsworth View Post
    Don't fight it.
    That's what the nurse kept telling me about the restraints...

    I concur Julia, it is coming off very cliched and... predictable. But I'll sort it out one way or another.
    If I can't go down rockin', then I won't go down at all. - Waylon Jennings.

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    If you want to write love poems, there is nothing wrong with that. Just say it in a new and unique way. Make me FEEL it in a new and different way. Avoid " her eyes sparkled like diamonds, her lips like cherry wine, and I noticed when she walked away---she had a great behind! Cliché ! [lol]
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Firemajic View Post
    Avoid " her eyes sparkled like diamonds, her lips like cherry wine, and I noticed when she walked away---she had a great behind! Cliché ! [lol]
    Really? Damn. <crumples paper> I'll try again...

    "Roses are red
    violets are blue.
    There's nothing on TV
    Why can't we screw"

    Better?
    Last edited by TJ1985; January 17th, 2015 at 01:52 PM. Reason: additional word screwed up the flow.
    If I can't go down rockin', then I won't go down at all. - Waylon Jennings.

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    yes! much--much better....
    She lost herself in the trees,
    among the ever-changing leaves.
    She wept beneath the wild sky
    as stars told stories of ancient times.
    The flowers grew toward her light,
    the river called her name at night.
    She could not live an ordinary life,
    with the mysteries of the universe
    hidden in her eyes....
    Author: Christy Ann Martine

    Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
    love leaves a memory no one can steal....
    Author unknown.

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    Love poems take many forms and need not be about erotic or sexual love, nor clichéd. My best love poem is probably this:

    In Loco Absentium

    Where once we walked in sunlight
    are shadows, acorns thrown
    now grown to trees - and this,
    the grove where we two stood
    and spoke of love is silent;
    neither breeze nor bird disturb.
    I rest here, between sweet briar
    and celandine, not for pleasure,
    but in remembrance.
    A man in possession of a wooden spoon must be in want of a pot to stir.

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