Am I Guilty of Plagiarism?
December 5, 2017 3:13am CST
They say imitation is the best compliment. A fellow mylotter wrote a poem, "The pain of the paradox of an unrealised truth" which I read and like. I decided to use the poem as a guide and wrote this love poem The pain of an unrealized love How dare you break my heart without my permission until I realize it was I who gave you the reason for so long I hid behind a mask of false bravado yet deep inside my heart was badly hurting The pain it fades with each day's passing but beneath the scars of yearning for your continues how then does one heal when the spirit is broken will knowing your true feelings bring final closure? Angels above they weep for me your "Love" was but a fleeting glimpse of Shangri-la yet still my heart open up to you with hope and anticipation too late realizing the outcome brought only tears and shadows *The hurt comes from the desiring, not from the unrealized "love" Have you ever plagiarize love? Photo image: Pixabay The poem can be found in the comment section
The truth stands around waiting for love to open it to you, but when you overindulge in happy pursuit of non-truths, love also loses its value for you then, as...
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This is similar to anime series named Nisekoi. They met at school and these guys don't know that they're parents are referring to each other and they pretending to be in relationship in order to prevent war conflict on their both parties.
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A really nice love poem. I also post poems online on different sites. I noticed something. Even though my poems are all original coming from my own inspiration sometimes some common and usual words get picked up on the web and one or two of my poems has been attached a link to some site that is entirely unrelated to my poem but is related to a phrase I have used. Interesting that way.
Was I title-baiting? I could not have thought out this poem had I not read the other one. I was challenge to come up with a poem that paralleled the philosophical concept of the other poem, "that all things in life is illusory". What could be more illusive than love? This mylot member often post discussions about "the big questions in life" (why are we here, what is the meaning of life, our purpose here etc) I enjoy the give and take banter with him on these matters and was pleasantly surprise when he wrote this poem as a response to one of my comments.