Dying Hearts
Conflicts within ..
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
just for one more day
wrote this a year ago. when the pain wouldn't leave me alone thanks for your read and comments. I truly appreciate SR
Find You
Post lonely valentine's day :)
who needs reality without you
still thousands more of dark and morbid writes as a testament of my undying (yet wilted and wasted) love. but the good news is I am now free..healed and moved on.. but yet the mark of this love in my heart lives on....endless...no other way..
Pink Rose
For the guy that I lost literally :'( Wherever you are, I just hope you were happy.. Still missing you here. .
Apologise
If you got that second chance...would you? Sometimes relationships become stronger from such a break but in reality it is not always so.
Silver Wings
Silver Wings In dreams she is but a memory now, I knew she could never be mine, For gold and silver I can not vow, Nor drink the illusion's sweet wine. She needs her variety and it's spice, Jet lag is her friend and tormentor, She let die
Can this be LOVE?!?
This poem is the first poem I have written in 6 years. I used to write avidly until I got writers block, but I guess its cured. Just needed to feel heart broken to write again I guess. This is a true poem. I actually fell in love with someone I met online. But after a year of communicating every day, something changed. He still texts me that he loves me occassionally but we haven't actually spoken in a couple of months.... :'(
Tired Life
At times the loss of love sort of overwhelms me and thoughts go back to what I thought was happy times, maybe I was the one who cared too much..so find it hard to really say goodbye.
Sorrowful Heart
Self pity is not the answer I know, but some days harder than others, today is just one of those days. Reading others poems of loss and hurt makes one even more susceptible to emotions.
She is gone
She is gone not from my life just across time land apart She is lost not from me or mine place in my heart no vacany
" Love's Lament "
The corner has some great love poems, Unfortunately for me this is as close as I can get.
Fears of dreams
is about a man i still love but i think he has never love me
Loving past hurts
Loving past hurts so much. Heaven was so near, but you couldn't touch. Warm butterfly's around the heart glowing. fresh air in lungs flowing. Breathing the rose's of blossom. She walks away. Your head begins to sway. Heart stops beating. Sou
Dinner Table
Once I felt Like the center Of attention As days went by Fight after fight I was left Feeling I wasn't needed People left Hearts were broken Hoping one day I could once again Bring the Family and Friends Together again.
Ex-lover
A once lover now having nothing but his fountain pen
The reflection
As the evening recedes into darkness and starts to cloak everything in black I sit looking out my window until only my reflection is seen I'm lost, broken, abandoned my despair is overwhelming The reflection staring back at
Sorry
For Valerie, wherever you are...
Let me
Hope it heals me
Watching Blindfolded
I wrote this for a woman whom I had feelings for but could not tell her at the time. We've become great friends and I am happy for that.
Submission to perdition
just remembering the smites of love crippling and saddening..
Just one more time~~~
just feeling so deep today.
Touch of Love ~~~
Feel the grasp of lost love once again
Tears in her wine
She remembers.. Perhaps she remembers to well Before he arrived she always lit those red candles Her cottage deep in the woods was the perfect place A hoot owl, the muffled bark of dogs echoing accross the frozen lake were familliar sounds
love dew
love dew of life
Love Comes Around
A poem about giving and taking experiences that last a lifetime.
cool babe
smiling in a dream thinking about love
Fire
Tough breakup, I'm ok now, really! Not good with punctuation hope it makes sense! Just what I felt at the time...
"Mistake" Tanka ( Wayne's 10 word clallenge)
I reserve comment !
Stranger
So much politeness, yet we remain strangers; how many meetings till we are again lovers? How long before we see a spring of unsullied green? How many rains before the blood stains wash away? Heartless were the moments ending the pain of our love,
I lied
I have humiliated myself!!! I tried to stop drinking...I traveled fifteen hundred miles...to try...I failed, and I lied!!! I am sorry, and "ULITIMATELY" Humiliated!!!...I left Rehab the second day!....I was ashamed...so I lied!!!! For all my friends who tried to support me...I am sorry, and all I can say is "I am a worthless piece of shit"!!!....and I am sorry. But, what I am most sorry for is, "I LIED...But I tried my best...for Laura, and I let her down"!!!...I LOVE YOU MY CORNER...BUT I AM A PIECE OF SHIT!!!...AND I DO NOT DESERVE TO BE ANYWHERE NEAR YOU BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL PEOPLE!!!...I am "Truly SORRY"!!!...BYE. Robert
I'M A DRUNK
LAST POST EVER.!!!..from me.
Wayne's Challenge 2 MB
First Poetry entry, indeed first poem! 2nd attempt to enter this correctly though! I only attempted it because of the challenge set out by the pre-determined words. Thanks !
A lover to his beloved
This path of memory, On which you have walked for so long, Will end, if your were to proceed a few steps more, Where it diverts to oblivion’s desolation And from there onwards neither you nor I exist. My eyes, still on you, wait that any instant
Your sorrow in search of someone
Your sorrow in search of someone willing to spill his blood but they who once lined the roads ready to give up this life at a moment’s notice for you have left no longer to be found Beloved the night waited with me for you at dawn it admitt
Loneliness
Again has someone come, sad heart---no; no one May be a passerby ---will go somewhere else Night declines, the stardust scatters Drowsy lamps waver in the buildings Every path, after long waiting, sleeps The unfamiliar dust has blurred traces of
Shackles on Your Feet
Wet eyes and a crazed will are not enough; Nor are accusations of a furtive love; Stride in the bazaar today, shackles on your feet. Stride with arms spread open and in wild abandon; Stride with dust-covered hair and blood-stained shirt; Stride,
Not alone
Imprisoned though we are, but not alone! Everyday the breeze from the home-land’s dawn, Arrives imbued with the fragrance of memories, And, Returns laden with the pearls of tears.
Not alone
Imprisoned though we are, but not alone! Everyday the breeze from the home-land’s dawn, Arrives imbued with the fragrance of memories, And, Returns laden with the pearls of tears.
Not alone
Imprisoned though we are, but not alone! Everyday the breeze from the home-land’s dawn, Arrives imbued with the fragrance of memories, And, Returns laden with the pearls of tears.
My helpmate, My friend
If I were certain of this, my helpmate, my friend If I could be certain that the weariness of your heart The sadness of your eyes, the fever in your breast Would be erased by my consoling, my love If my reassuring words were the cure by which Yo