Kind

Kind short poem

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I saw your face for the first time
My whole body trembled like a carriage going fast on a train line
Our first kiss was so so so sublime
We disappeared into a world that was perfect with only our minds
When I heard your voice for the first time
It was like angels being released from their chains from the Gods like a song line
When I looked into your eyes for the first time
I knew I would do anything for you even commit crime
When I made love to you for the first time
I felt doves bursting out of my heart and into the light of a shining love rhyme
When you left me for the last time
You shattered my dreams and I felt emptiness and that no one could ever be so unkind;
no one could ever be so unkind.

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Peter Kiggin

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I am a poet through and through and anyone that tells you different you must deny it and slap them across the face very roughly indeed. I love the normal things in life and turning them into mysterious meaningful emotionally attached fascinating object or subjects.
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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Nice poem there @Peter_Kiggin
Though I would like to give an honest feedback. The rhyme scheme breaks the meaning at times.
Love the metaphor of the train carriage. It’s beautifully different. Will read more of your poems 🙂

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