30 Days of Poetry Love – Sierra DeMulder

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Happy 26th day of poetry month! Don’t forget, tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket Day. Visit Poets.org, download the PDF of poems, and pick one to share tomorrow.

Today’s poem is something we’ve all gone through. Seeing the guy/girl you like with someone else. Or the guy/girl you’ve broken up with, quickly moving on to someone else.

In Memoriam 27, Alfred Lord Tennyson ends his poem with these four lines/final stanza:

I hold it true, whate’er befall;

      I feel it, when I sorrow most;

      ‘Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.

Yeah, I believe he failed to fully mention in depth how lost love is equivocal to having your heart crushed to ash. Your body run over and dragged for miles. Literally, not just figuratively, breaking down. And without the physical scars to show for it. But oh, there are scars.

In today’s poem, Sierra DeMulder paints the picture of heartache we all must feel when it comes to lost love.  I especially love this line from her poem:

You are a souvenir shop

The Unrequited Love Poem

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30 Days of Poetry Love – Rupi Kaur

 

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Happy day fifteen of poetry month! The featured poet for today is Rupi Kaur. A Canadian poet, writer and spoken word artist. Widely known as an Instapoet for posting her poetry online.

You can follow Rupi Kaur online on Twitter and Instagram.

Watch Rupi Kaur as she recites a poem from her book, “Milk and Honey.”

 

30 Days of Poetry Love – Pablo Neruda

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Happy poetry month day nine. This weekend and today’s poem is a love poem by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda (1940-1973).

The sensuality of “Body of a Woman” explores Neruda’s deepest and rawest emotion of love. Whether the poem specifically speaks of an actual woman or his homeland and nature, is up to the reader. But Pablo Neruda’s works’ known to mix the two. Hard not to imagine as the Earth was once known as Gaia, a woman, goddess of the Earth.

What do you think? Is Pablo Neruda talking about an old flame? Or is he going down memory lane of his homeland Chile?