Daniel Chapman

(AUG 04 1982 / DETROIT)

LOVE IS


What is love, Love can't see you but you can't see it
Love is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick

Love can hurt and Love can heal
Love can be born and Love can kill

Love has won and Love has lost
Love can catch and Love can toss

Love can stand and Love can fall
Love is small and Love is tall

Love is right and Love is wrong
Love is weak but Love is strong

Love is up and Love is down
Love can smile and Love can frown

Love is good and Love can be bad
Love is quite and Love can brag

Love is a little and Love is a lot
Love contiues and Love stops

Love can hope and Love can dream
Love can talk and Love can sing

Love can be a word or Love can be a ring
Love can be nothing or Love can be everything

So where is this thing we call Love
I dont know the only real love we have comes from above...

Submitted: Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Edited: Saturday, December 04, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (LOVE IS by Daniel Chapman )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 28 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Whispers, Mihaela Pirjol
  2. For Your Family Pride, Are You Going To .., Bijay Kant Dubey
  3. The Tears of A Woman, Who Can Underatnd .., Bijay Kant Dubey
  4. Love Is A Groovy Thing, Electric Lady
  5. I Think, tallulah montegue
  6. Fill Free, Teye Wayoe Ebenezer
  7. The Unabridged Treaty, Bazi alis Subrata Ray
  8. Fron(t) s, Leylek D. Sovura
  9. Ode to the Old and Tired, tallulah montegue
  10. What Sort of Judges Are They Who Conside.., Bijay Kant Dubey

Poem of the Day

poet Edmund Spenser

Of this worlds theatre in which we stay,
My love like the spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]