Hobbo's Poems
A quirky look at life from a Yorkshire poet and his dog's perspective
Broken
Broken Like petals on a rose You have stripped them, one by one Left my bruised and battered stamen To shrivel in the sun. The honey bees all left When the nectar turned so sour As our love, dismembered, bleeding Became a bitter flower.
Hobbo's Poems 
This really sums up well the pain of love turned sour!
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Thank you. 😢
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Stamen great visual 👍
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😂
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I think you buried the lead 😙
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Wow! bitter! Great poem!
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Ta!
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Brilliant Hobbo! 😁👏👌
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Thank you, Ken!
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Beautiful imagery for universal truths
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Thank you!
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Impeccable flow here, Hobbo. One to return to.
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Thank you. 🙂
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To my mind, there are fewer things sadder than lost hope, broken promises, and the end of what was supposed to be forever.
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Yep; I would go along with that entirely. 😢
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Wow. Bravo, Hobbo.
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Ooh, ta!
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Gosh, the pain!
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😢
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