Phoenix

Love is a phoenix.

It always starts from the ashes of

One that has fallen, died, burned.

Winds lightly swirl the ashes,

Tentatively asking for more,

            A new beginning,

                       Another chance.

Another flame is formed,

Strong in its quick intensity,

Passionate,

             For it knows it must die again.

Reviews

[Alex Ryder]

Excellent poem!! Slightly depressing due to the sentiment that love can never last, but well penned.

[Kelley]

Love doesn't always have to die.
It does feel that way some times
doesn't it?

Your feeling were felt.

Kelley

[Jim Clarke]

I liked the way you used the mythology to describe the fleeting aspect of passion and the way people discover new love.

I used mythology to write a princess fairy tale. Please give it a read!!

[Justice]

Captivating and depressing all in one. I like the descriptive words.

[frnd]

It isn't really a love poem. It's kinda mocking love in a way because from my experience, "love" doesn't last. At least not love that is for physical things.

[Allie]

ARGH *___*
you have me hypnotized, mesmerized
i hate love poems
but i love this one