Just another corny love poem.
Love is a place.
The place where I belong.
Safe in your arms, the warmth of your smile.
The place that I call home.
Love is a home.
The home we make together
Our memories, our joys, our lows.
The journey we go on.
Love is a journey.
The journey of body and mind.
Our coming together. Making love.
The love that we share.
The love that we share.
The journey we go on.
The place that I call home.
A place to love and be loved.
The (optional) task for Day 10 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) is to write a love poem. It is very plain and so not saucy, but I was in a hurry. And shy.
Love to you all.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
NaPoWriMo #10
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 
Maybe corny but so true! Love this, Tracy.
And yes, you were very shy.
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Thanks, Punam. 🙂
I knew I should have gone for the heaving bosom and turgid manhood references. Another time maybe.
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You are welcome.
Haha! I will wait for that one day. 😂
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Ew. Please don’t.
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That’s lovely,Tracy, and not sugary or sentimental.
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Nor crude. So unlike me, Margaret.
Seriously though, thank you.
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It’s such a beautiful tribute to love!
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Thank you, Bridgette.
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You captured exactly what love is! I’ve really been enjoying your poems this month.
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Thank you, Heather.
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You did well, Tracy. But was counting on the heaving bosom and turgid manhood references…😆
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That would’ve been entertaining.
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And far less uncomfortable. 😄
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Yes, that might not have made my TL laugh so hysterically. 🤣 Thanks, Lois.
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Reading your poem gave me a warm feeling inside. I like it very much.
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Thank you, Liz.
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You’re welcome, Tracy.
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Nice work. It made me think of writing a love poem, too, but Bear can’t read.
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Thanks, Martha. My TL laughed. Bear would never do that! 🙊
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She refuses to learn or involve herself with two dimensions at any time. Teddy is more flexible.
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It is for the best.
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I think so. If she started reading, where would it end?
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The mind boggles.
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I know… Teddy is more likely to write them.
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Teddy is so accommodating.
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I think this is lovely. Is there a name for this particular form? I quite enjoyed it.
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Thank you for stopping by and leaving the lovely comment, LuAnne. I’m not a poet so if this is a particular poetry form, I came upon it purely by accident.
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Knowing why and where the words come from, it is quite beautiful 🙂
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Thank you, Brian. On the other hand, my husband only read the first stanza and had to stop because he was laughing hysterically.
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Some men………sigh
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All you need is love … 🙂
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Earworm! Thanks, Suzanne.
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Love your poetry and music selections
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Thank you, Jill.
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Very lovely. I am shy too so admire you for jumping in. I haven’t gone there yet.
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Thank you, Worms. I’ve noticed a similar reluctance among the poets.
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Very nice.
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Thank you.
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