When she cared for me
And cooked great food
Hated shopping and said
“Gossip’s no good.”
I knew that she was the one
…
When she knew about football
More than most
And talked for hours
Like a nerdy coach
I knew that she was the one
…
When she laughed at my jokes
Though they weren’t great
And calmed me down
When I was irate
I knew that she was the one
…
When I forgot to wish her
On her birthday
She didn’t feel bad
No sorrow or dismay
I knew that she was the one
…
When she read my poems
And declared them best
And never reminded me
Of unresponded texts
I knew that she was the one
…
When she praised my body
And didn’t find it odd
And told me I looked
Like a Greek God
I knew that she was the one
…
When she was ten feet
And her skin was blue
And everything else was
Too good to be true
I knew it was just a dream
Loads of sentiment unfolded in words. Loved it.
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I really liked this one because it reveals so much more than the words alone express. Writing poetry is not so much about the rhythm or rhyme as it is about how whatever poetic framework you use communicates something important or illuminates the otherwise unknown to the reader.
This entry is personal in one sense, but also universal in that we all can recognize these features in our own way in our own circumstance.
Well done!
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Dreams can seem so convincing, so very lifelike, and then something gives it away. Don’t you hate it when that happens?
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Too good to be true
I knew it was just a dream
A beautiful dream ♥️
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I really liked this! The twist at the end is so sad. Good job.
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Thanks.
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besides being a dream, makes me wonder in reality how we always have all this good pointers, and just that one pointer spoils it all. lovely poem.
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Thanks.
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Wow, was not expecting the end. Loved the twist.
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This is beautiful.. she really sounds perfect, that’s too bad that it was a dream. But, I know, that dreams do come through… 👍
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“The Ones” are always a little odd but no matter what they are still “The One”. Ain’t nobody like them.
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We are all so selfish. Love blossoms only on what we want. No wonder it was just a dream.
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I love this. 😀
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Thanks.
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Oh i was so in love with her for you Frank! And then she just disappeared into a dream x
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Damn!! What a rude awakening!!
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Excellent! I really like this one.
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Thanks, Tim.
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Waking up missing the the one
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This. Is. Awesome.
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Thank. You.
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Lol
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That was fantastic! It played in my mind almost like Rocket 88.
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LOL!!!!!
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Oh no why did it have to be just a dream!
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Love it!!!
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Thanks.
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Lovely, Frank 💛 So she was the one, and what a strange twist at the end! But she’s still the one, apparently. It was a dream apparently that everything was too good to be true and that she was blue or ten feet. Lol. Have a nice day 🧡 thanks for that 🙂
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Ah, man…
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LOL! Reblogging to my readers at sister site Timeless Wisdoms
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Only a dream? Man! But what a good dream, though!
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Ahhh!
Only a dream!
Damn.
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That’s lovely ❣️
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Thank you.
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