I will always love you until my dying day
my first love and i really did love him but he cont see how much i cared its so sad when this happens because if he had taken the time to see real true love that was right in front off him and that he dint have to do what he did and for him to be so hung up on others. we would still be together and happy i don't even think he understands what he has done wrong and how different we could have been together all i want is one chance to talk to him to try make him understand that i was faithful the hole time i was with him and that he was wrong
" Doors "
Sun set the day that door closed strength faded, the love's lost the light, energy he brought taken away, hidden down all Darkness covered the horizon time of rest from long day gone quite a relief just for few yet real solitude f
The Arrow
Wrote this peom when my ex left me. I was devastated. You can almost hear the tears fall....
Free
Love, withdrawal symptoms. Not in this place at the moment but I've been there, so have you. Thanks for reading.
Going Sixty
He was only going sixty as he headed down the highway Sadly he looked in the mirror and saw his hair with more gray Memories took over his mind and tears made his eyes a blur He was only going sixty and starting to lose his nerve As he came up
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Sad when one loves more then the other! :-(
The End of Humility
I was written to first by this woman...I thought that to be award winning in and of a woman on the web...now I see that because women remain silent it merely tells me that they are weary of all the lies of relationships and that all they really want is equality so that they can complain of what a man isn't and what he does-do or is. This is a dedication to my experiences.
You don't know.
I think this speaks for itself. I'm going to have to choose a category for it now.
Betraying the Betrayer
Sitting here, at my desk alone as I did on many Sunday afternoons when you came back to me, your arms aching for me, though they smelled of other women & your sweet head bowed for me to rub & your heart bursting with things to tell me, & y
Beautifully Invisible
I am smart. I am beautiful. I am creative. I am loyal. I am stable. I am caring . I am loving. I am kind. I am honest. I am everything he's ever wanted Yet I'm beautifully invisible If only he saw me...
Not really a poem.. but worth the quick read..
Be careful that the one you are willing to take a bullet for is not the one holding the damn gun.. obvious but so true..
Not really a poem.. but worth the quick read..
Be careful the the one you are willing to take a bullet for is not the one holding the gun.. obvious but so true..
My love, my love, where are you?
My love, my sweet love, Were are you? What are you doing? Do you still think of me betimes? I think of you often, I think of your young eyes, and I start plunging deep within them, Quickly losing myself in their supernal nature, Two, deep,
Below Zero
I didn't care if they fondled him at parties, eased him in at home between a husband & a child, sucked him dry with vacuum cleaner kisses. It was the coldness that I minded, though he'd warned me. "I'm cold." He said (as if that helped a
A Map to the World
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ~ Khalil Gibran ~
when your're broken
just a thought thanks all for your read
dead tissue
though lovers be lost love shall not ~ Dylan Thomas ~
fortunate
I hope that you can forgive me for the hurt that i caused you. The pain that i made you feel. To mend that broken heart will not be easy but you will.cause your a fighter a survivor that i have faith that you would recover. You were once my hearts de
" Cold Wind--Warm Skin "
In a bold Irish mood today ! A recent beach stroll brought back these memories of youth. Would I do it today ? Damn right I would. Ha Ha !
Old Friend
She is always there When everyone has fled And no one seems to care Loneliness My old friend Is always there
on the road..........
just trying to get the ink in my head out on paper .........
lost in love
oh these winds i can feel them shifting deep inside the very heart over the soul i began to feel a cold wind begins a blowing dealing with love in the heart tell me what i should do standing hand hand on my very heart holding
love that got lost
What is the point of loving someone unconditionally if the other person will only love you under certain conditions?If you never stop to think about who you're hurting, you'll never know who you're going to lose in the process.Its not like I didn't m
Silence
It is the silence. Immanent void that as a thief steals the breath from my utterance, the blood from my lips, the salt from my tears. Yes, silence. Once welcomed companion, sanctuary from the illiterate clamor of life turned consuming spect
Bed at the Edge of the Universe
We used to meet on this corner in the same wind. It fought us up the hill blew us in the door. The elevator rose on gusts of stale air fed on ancient feasts. Your room smelled of bug spray and roses. ~ In those days we went to bed with Ma
Separation Anxiety
From across the white room she stares Before that gaze I am reduced to nothing For those eyes I will confess my sins Beg on my knees Become a priest If only for a moment she would grant me… A kind word The gentle caress of her
Look back on love.
Separated from my first love by Military service of some two and a half years, which sealed our fate, by the winds of chance, met again after a period of 50yrs, I penned these lines, emotion still there, alas! Cupid's hands were tied, clearly not meant to be.
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 1/25/14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry Sad Love Songs/ Silencing of the Soul Crippled fantasies piled on crippled fantasies, poet, more powerful than any words ever written. Who will relieve the sordid thoughts that tear my soul apart
Just yesterday…
Ah, life...
Number 5789
How many of you have ever felt like just a number? I was looking around yesterday and I do believe that it makes the jobs easier for people if they do not know our stories and do not look at us as human individuals. It is so easy to just do a job and not think of how what they are doing can affect many and not in a good way. But I guess it helps them sleep at night. Just needed to get this out. When you think you are one of a few that have been wronged and then find out you are one of thousands it is an eye opener.
lost in thought
just thoughts
Hole in the Heart
She is frightened when the poem is done. The poem whose scrawled yellow pages have filled her heart for so long is snatched away. And the hole in her heart echoes like a garbage can thrown against a courtyard in the city. She writes to fi
I will stay same
This poem is written for the one,who can make me smile,when ever she like to have from me.
tint the windows dark
Its a self expression from a life experience. If it gets published in a book of my own street poetry, might give a auto biograph . For those professional . Looking for someone like me
Love’s Many Faces
This was one of my first attempts at writing a sonnet back on the mid 90's.
Love's Decline
The Pain of Lost Love -from far in the past!
Vlads Lament
Kiss kiss slowly i glide down he wall as your knife pierces my heart and once again all goes cold the bane of my very existance has been what has kept me here a love that brought me to life has ripped mine away many years have past si
lost in love dreams
lost within space searching seeking answers an angel inside the mind begins rocking back and forth deep waves caressing the ocean feelings touching sands softly burying ever so deeply inside emotions swell up in tears waterfalls
A Poet Exposed
A Poet longing for true love never runs out of metaphors...
For You Dad
I had the greatest dad in the world that anyone could ask for. He always gave good advice, and always had a positive outlook on life. We had our differences like any other father and son, but never let that hold us back from having a close father-and-son relationship. How did I do, Dad? :)
Heart Shaped Grave
I can still feel your touch caress my skin Memories trapped in picture frames, the taste of your lips I thought I could leave this love we
Bad choices
There was a girl who lived in the wood. Some say she was bad only when she was good. She could make good choices but she never would. Maybe she heard voices, I never quite understood. She suffered much trauma, it scarred her for life. M