Pseudo Kind of Love

Pseudo Kind of Love

A Poem by K
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This is a poem about my parents, formerly called "Collision" for how my parents collide so disasterously

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Standing before 
the whispering ocean 
adorned in frosted saltwater sapphire 
she wears ever-present like his gaze 
hot around her neck 
Her face holds no flaw; 
icy  features forever frozen 
into a frigid upside down grin 
by the hand of a man 
with a dream 
snowflakes gather in heaps 
falling in lazy cascade from her lashes 
every time the Ice Queen blinks 

He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly 
   A hand can be a vicious prayer for love 
      "Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly 
   Hold her by the hand ... do not let go 
   Merging hands together in a pseudo kind of  love 

Scorching 
in blinding zeal to vent jealous wrath 
Destruction is his only goal 
with orange flicks of flailing arms 
his chosen human victims he consoles 
flaunting his demonic charm 
Fire restless fire roaring higher 
spews his wall of flame 
But the thing about fire 
is one often is burned  trying to put it out. 
Oh, ferocious fire, try as I may 
your scintillating sin knows no tame. 

   A warm and tender hand ... a selfish hand giving 
   A sharp hand… shrewd in his plan 
   Take her heart in your hands bent ... you know the strength and vibration of love on a woman 
   Her life is in your hands, forever belongs to you 
   Fill your duty where she obeys you just that way 
   Put an eternity ring on her finger ... trembling hands with joy 
for a pseudo kind of love 

© 2014 K


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I like the title............almost sounds like the lyric out of an alternative 90's rock band song. Good imagination there.

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Well written great imagery !!

Posted 9 Years Ago


It seems like the fire was within her, as she fell for a pseudo kind of love. she wanted this to be real, she desired him. For him, this was somewhat natural, as if he knew what he was doing, giving a pseudo impression of the man she wanted to see in him.
great write, with wicked vocabulary. scrolling up to do a double take.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I really enjoy this. What exactly was you inspiration here?

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on November 20, 2014
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Indiana, PA



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