lovepoemsIt caused the destruction of Troy,
The worst of tragedies,
And numerous maladies,
Yet it is chased, desired and fought for.
What is it?
Love.
cleanpoemssimplelogicAlive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
Fish.
poemswhat am IsimplelogicPoke your fingers in my eyes
and I will open wide my jaws.
Linen cloth, quills, or paper,
I will devour them all.
What am I?
Scissors.
what am IpoemscleansimpleTurn me on my side and I am everything.
Cut me in half and I am nothing.
What am I?
The number 8. On it's side is infinity, cut the symbol in half, you get two zeros.