I Refuse to Write about Love!

I Refuse to Write about Love!

A Poem by Bidu Ibrahim

I do not deny it exists

I do not deny it’s natural

I agree it’s special

But I refuse,

To write about love as you know!

 

I do not dent it heals

I do not deny it frees

I agree it redeems

But I refuse,

To write about love as you know!

 

I do not deny it’s free

I do not deny it’s unconditional

I agree it’s irresistible

But I refuse,

To write about love as you know!

 

I do not deny it’s common

I do not deny everyone claims to know

I agree though, that most get it all wrong

That’s why I refuse

To write about love as you know.

 

I refuse to write about love as you know

Because it:

                cheats

                is conditional

                is expensive

                is selfish

                is insensitive

and imprisons,

That’s why I refuse

To write about love as you know!

 

I refuse

To write about love as you know

Because love as you know is:

                artificial

                only physical

                material

            and hypocritical

Do you see why I refuse

To write about love as you know?

© 2012 Bidu Ibrahim


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this is a powerful statement. i agree that true love is rare, and that today people just tell each other 'i love you' because it's just something you say, not prove. most love is not love for the reasons you specified above. thought-provoking poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


this is wonderful..no i would not write about love ,for whoever could
it would take a life time,its full joys and pains,all contradictions you may think of
its a headache i just cant stand,its to let go of all your heart..its so unselfish
yet its very possessive,its intriguing how it come though uninvited
and once inside your doors no one cane shove it away
you lose your sleeps,serenity and all calm you knew
you are all agitated all time,life is like one hell of torture
you start to care a lot ,and begin to love your life
it gives you boundless hopes and visions
but all comes with heartaches all time
no its never intriguing to love or write about it
lovely write

Posted 12 Years Ago


I feel free to say : Yes, aboslutely true! and wisdome inside this piece is so bitter, You can refuse to write or talk about Love as "I know" but also everyone maybe knows another kind? and you are right to refuse, but it imprisons, could you escape from it? and if someone refuses, but writes again about this love...or if someone doesnt want to feel, but feel it? or if someone wants to live not on earth, but still lives? I like all this questions I could think about your poem...
~nia~

Posted 12 Years Ago



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