Poetheart Morgan

Rookie - 303 Points (05/23/1960 / Rio de Janeiro)

Dont drink me!


I met a gentleman tonight
and he introduced himself to me
meek and quiet
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  • Rookie - 4 Points Nader Baheri (7/8/2013 4:52:00 AM)

    fabulous and nicely penned.love should be bilateral.the one who slants is a true lover.
    ~nb (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 3,995 Points Bri Edwards (7/7/2013 12:50:00 AM)

    an intriguing poem. i had a bit of trouble. perhaps english is not your 'first' language? ? i'm not sure. maybe it is my 'fault' i don't understand some of this. i don't agree with some of the structure/wording. but i am pretty darn sure there is a mistake in the line:
    wants nothing to me.......How would it sound to you as nothing OF me? just a typo perhaps.
    i especially liked:
    write in the wind from 11 am
    because the wind that hitting you the night
    invades and disturbs you

    and: Only two sips madam! !
    as I did not know you
    I drank three sips...................i like it though i do not understand it.

    what does the following mean i wonder:

    before the trees sounding the 12 hours

    thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 841 Points Unwritten Soul (7/6/2013 10:24:00 AM)

    I love this new write, very nice! ! once i heard something
    Dont drink me said something from tea cup hahaha joking_Soul (Report) Reply

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