Again, if you've read my threads before you know that I welcome any comments/replies...and yes of course all readers. Feel free to add your own lines. Love is like an onion, It can make you cry, Make your eyes burn. Love is like an onion, If you don't keep it fresh, It'll go old and die. Love is like an onion, You can't live without its nutrient, The vitamin for life. Love is like an onion, Many layers like walls, To overcome and live through. Love is like an onion, You can be allergic or addicted, You can fight or die trying. Love is like an onion, You either love it or hate it, You can grow it, consume it, or hide from it. Love is like an onion, You don't have to have an onion, But you do have love somewhere. c. 2007
I like the last lines, about needing love more than you perhaps need an onion, but I feel the overall material was a little bit...plaguerised. Didn't Carol Ann Duffy write something about love and life being comparable to an onion? And I'm sure she's not the only one. What about love is like...a carrot? Raw vegetables versus raw emotions, i think!
well I wouldn't know about it being plaguerised. I've never heard of Carol Ann Duffy to know. I'm sure this type of poem has been done before but it's just my version I suppose.
No? You've never heard of Carol Ann Duffy? Lots of people thinks she's naff, but I like her. She's an English poet, really well-known here, taught in practically every school across the country. I'll try to find her poem, and post it here - just if you're interested, I'm not trying to prove a point. I'm sure you didn't intend to plageurise, and I would like you to know that I did enjoy your version
Ok, I found it. The Poem is called 'Valentine' and in the poem, the subject gives his/ her loved one an onion, rather than a traditional token of love (e.g 'a cute card or a kissogram') as this is seen to be more original, and more genuine: the onion is considered a more appropriate love token, because love itself is like an onion (this is where your poem, and it's title, comes in). Read and see what you think! Valentine. Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light Like the careful undressing of love Here. It will blind you with tears Like a lover. It will make your reflection A wobbling photo of grief. I am trying to be truthful. Not a cute card or a kissogram. I give you an onion. It's fierce kiss will stay on your lips, Possessive and faithful As we are, For as long as we are. Take it. It's platinum loops Shrink to a wedding ring, If you like. Lethal. It's scent will cling to Your fingers, Cling to your knife.
I like that poem you shared, Carol Ann Duffy wrote that? Maybe we should all try to write about love being like an onion and keep the thread going for awhile. May try my hand at one and be back later... Mine might start with "My love is stinky like an onion" or not! Vetty
In any event thank you guys for reading my version. My poem isn't exactly like that one you shared however when you have read enough poetry you tend to see that their are a great deal of ideas that have been already written, ie.: suicidal thoughts, politics, love, generally it's all the same. So I wouldn't really say my version is plaguerized (again)...just a used or common thought.
You repeat this line "Love is like an onion" so much, it gets a bit too repetitive and doesn't add much to the overall feel of the poem other than...being repetitive and wearing itself out by the end.
I said I would try to write one, so here it is. I bit of a different angle but it was a fun excercise... Love is like an Onion: Love is like an Onion An onion grows best in full direct sunlight, shady is not good use a well drained soil, with rocks removed, clods broken up you can plant an onion from seed from a small bulb or from a transplant they will all do well, if you have worked the soil, if you fertilize it in preparation for planting the onion. An onion grows best when you water it thoroughly slowly and deeply to allow strong healthy roots to form to help support a large, yet tender bulb and when the weather is dry and the winds are sharp your onion will need more water, more often. An onion grows best when you remove weeds, correct diseases quickly watch for tiny insects and clear them away. Don’t let grasses grow around your onion for they can steal the nutrients so necessary for growth. When the leaves appear, count them closely for each represents a ring of the bulb and although the bulb may be buried down below the well-tilled soil you prepared, you can still watch the onion grow by watching it’s leaves. When it’s time to pull the onion from the ground lay it out carefully to dry and store it in a dry airy place it will be ready to sustain you and it will provide flavor to all your meals.
The last poem about love is like an onion had nothing to do with love, had more to do with how to grow an onion....and about the plagirize thing, yeah that kind of struck a nerve but not a big one (I figured the topic would come up eventually), however, plagirism to me is more like knowingly copying someones work verbatim claiming it as your own. The true definition of it is taking someone's idea and claiming it as your own...but I was just trying to defend what I wrote because 1. I didn't know 2. when you take a look at all the poetry out there, are any truely original and not plagirized? How much poetry out there is truely original and not taken from someone else's ideas and put into one's own words? No hard feelings but just think about it.
