Love is like a rope
Two people hold each end of it,
Pulling at it, keeping it straight.
Sometimes a thread breaks,
And they try to mend it with tape.
The harder that someone holds on to it,
The deeper an imprint it makes.
They ease up on it sometimes,
To make sure that it does not break.
When the rope begins to tear at their hands,
Burning their palms and cutting their fingers,
They let go,
Because they cannot endure the pain.
As the cuts heal,
And the hands get calluses,
They become better prepared for the next rope,
So that they can hold on longer.
One person can be pulling harder than the other,
And some just want to drop it.
One person may betray the other,
and cut the rope with a knife
It can be hard as steel,
Or it can be hanging on just by a thread.
If they keep pulling on a weak rope,
The rope will snap.
I liked how you used so much rhyming in your poem. Also, good job describing the rope description.
ReplyDeleteYou did a great job with describing the simile of how love can be like something as simple as a rope. I could connect with the points you proved. You did an awesome job I enjoyed reading it.
ReplyDeleteYour sudden change in the direction of your poem was very well executed; I did not expect it.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed how well the metaphor fit in your poem and the directions that you took with it.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed how well the metaphor fit in your poem and the directions that you took with it.
ReplyDeleteYour metaphors and similes were great and I could really make a connection with your poem, good job.
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