“What Else is Love?” Poetry Prompt




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WritingFix has a fun lesson–called What Else is Love?  –that was inspired by the Pat Benatar’s 80’s song, Love is a Battlefield

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2 Responses to ““What Else is Love?” Poetry Prompt”

  1.   Cori Says:

    WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU

    The way your hair blows
    In a gentle caressing breeze
    I taste the smoke rising
    From the faraway flames
    That bring you closer.

    The beating of two hearts
    Thudding together as one
    Makes me remember
    Our time together
    And what we shared

    It almost hurts to bring to mind
    The sweet memory
    My tongue relishes the feel
    Of something that I can’t
    Explain
    Things that are forever unwritten
    But never forgotten

    In case your eyes forget
    And your mouth ceases to remember
    Those things that you said
    You would be so proud of
    Just run a finger along the edge of a soul
    The price of your forgetfulness
    Is remembrance

  2.   Alesha Miller Says:

    Love is like a rainbow…

    It has just the right colors to make it what it is,
    but without one of them,
    it wouldn’t make sence.

    It starts at one end, going up and up,
    but then it eventually
    comes back down.

    It can be hard to find; so step back;
    it can be right in front of you
    Don’t be in a hurry to find it,
    slow down and look around you,
    it will come to find you.

    It can be bright and beautiful,
    but with one ounce of darkness,
    it’s gone
    Call it the luck of the Irish
    or a promise to the world even.
    But when one person finds it they
    share it with the world.

    Looking at it regularly can make it blurrry,
    but when you squint at it,
    you can see its true colors.
    No one quite knows where it comes from,
    or has ever found the end.
    But most of all it’s like the pot of gold;
    at the end of every rainbow…

    is it really there?

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