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The Cruelst Game
by Anne EngelenLeft heart-broken
Are our smarting pains the only remains
of the purest love ever encountered?
The cruelst game God ever allowed Cupid to play
was touching our hearts with poisonous arrows
Love drenched arrow heads impaled our hearts
leaving nothing but future dreads.
Our dreams...were nothing but?
Will always be unacceptable to me
Yet were two of the lucky few
Who ever knew a love this pure 10/10/2002 Posted on 10/10/2002
Copyright © 2025 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles J Hannan on 10/10/02 at 12:58 PM this is so true, Anne...muahs
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| Posted by Glenn Currier on 10/15/02 at 12:28 AM "Love drenched arrow heads impaled our hearts" What an image! Your poem holds in suspension the contradictions of human love... pain and dread on the one hand dreams and purity on the other. This what poetry does best and you have modeled this art quite well, Anne.
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| Posted by Christina Bruno on 10/18/02 at 04:36 AM I can completely relate to this poem. I look forward to more |
| Posted by Patricia J Reed on 10/26/02 at 10:09 AM anne, this is a great poem- i love the part about cupid-patti |
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