Affair Poems - Poems about Affair

They say it’ll pass it’ll get better the longer it lasts They say what’s done is done but i don’t feel like i’ve won You took my heart tore it, broke it, till it fell apart Now you play the victim the hole you created, i sit in I don’t want to become the monster i’ve come from Obsessed with yourself, with...

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Do you write pretty words with a message unchanged Does intent leave you vacant the darkness sustained Do you ponder and flirt in a language affair Do you kiss and then tell without promise or care Do you vow to do better with love on reprieve Does your heart leave you jilted next breath — to deceive (Dreamsleep: June, 2025) ...

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A frigid spell of arctic air adorns the tranquil western scene; a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair with spring’s vivacious flower queen. When autumn’s cooling wind combines with April's warming playful breeze, a whirling tempest paints designs on grounds of winter’s icy freeze. On sculptured hills of milky snows October's tepid finger strolls, and May's...

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If, as the saying goes, 'There's no smoke without fire,' is it smarter to ignite a spark (illumination causation) than bedamn the dark, and thereby induce a funeral pyre, or, better yet, a safer bet, to avoid gossip and accusations, find the substantiated fact(s) (true datum) before you act and land in sorry situations? It's no joke, on soot you'll choke, yet, on the greener side, carry the torch for earth...

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The blues affair I met her where the light was weakening an enduring twilight had settled on what was re-lived in the memory of summer moving out of the convention, tired leaves in the soft breeze on its final breath. We spoke of the past but not of the now the present didn’t matter. I saw her as a disappearing holograph dying in...

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Felt it from the initial line, the joy of the writing process. Poetry wins when it’s a mess, old words crumble into fine wine. Four stanzas and a form align, every word foraged plays a part. This is the birth of written art. Potent smell of ink’s oxygen. A poet discovers her pen, an affair ripening slowly....

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Dark and dusty Washed away now by the rain I hope nobody sees I hope nobody knows We’re secret here We’re safe all from the bad Tranquil twisting burns the sad You close your eyes I look up to the sky Cloudy in a clear now sort of way What is it you used to say? It made me laugh in secret Made me smile...

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my firm belief in your words that i believed it to be true you played your games but hid your troops “i love you”, is what you said but it lacked the feeling of you memories i woven on a tangle thread but you burnt it down with me and you ashes from your fire reached my crown and our ill fated love reached...

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I MISS HOW THINGS WERE BEFORE WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND YOU WERE A CORPSE BEFORE YOU BECAME REAL IN MY HEART WHEN I WAS TEN AND WE WERE APART THEN SUDDENLY YOU APPEAR AT OF THIN AIR AND SAID THINGS THAT MADE ME WISH I WAS DEAD “IM SORRY THAT I LEFT” YOU LIPPED AND I BELIEVED YOU LIKE A B I...

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This tree Her man Where sowed thy seed today? Loving yet hating A Vail of wall Shields of a deceiver Transparent filtering glass This blot Her world Why gleaned thy loins on a bay? I so faithful and just Clearer as the lilly Breathing for you alone living to die with you This mirror Her reflex Why trusted you this ale? A reflect of shameful deeds He sows and all will bear This...

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Clinton ... Trump ... Extra Marital case If at home they have not lost function ... How to lose presidential office !...

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No alarms, lying deep. Catching the last morning's dream. Water, caliente, opening the pores. Hot Earl Grey, coffee that bends a spoon. Citric hollandaise, spinach, asparagus. A sunshine of egg drooling over toast. A book, a bed, eyelids flickering. The inconceivable call of lunch. Sushi, nigiri, inari, izakaya. Pickled ginger, palette cleanser. Sticky, chewy, chocolate ice cream. A slow walk. Tiled arcades, bouncing sound. Old clothes, new clothes,...

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The night moves so slowly in an undulating slither When you’re waiting anxiously alone in the dark, Wondering where he is tonight, as if it really matters. Your sacred beliefs about love will never be the same. You feel you’ll never know how to truly trust again. It’s too frightening to leave, too painful to stay When your deceived and broken...

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What do I want so badly? god of earth or of war? Why am I falling so madly for a torch when I once had a star? When will my heart find its answer? When will these blind eyes see that my own indecision is cancer, slowly eating the life out of me? What is it I’m so fixed upon now? Why can’t my...

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Pen and papers love they compliment each other sealing deal with ink...

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