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Details | Narrative | |

Love in the Silence of the Soul

As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be still . . . know that I am God”
So I listen  . . . eyes open
“The Passion of Christ”
I was gone . . . 

I saw eyes . . . 
Judas under the olive trees - Gethsemane
His eyes  . . . cold, darting  . . . filled with manic evil
Torchlights hissing  . . . turning eyes yellow
Then a kiss and chaos erupts
I closed my eyes  . . . suddenly afraid

Now I see a set of eyes  . . . filled with burning hate
A High Priest screaming . . .    B-L-A-S-S-P-H-E-M-Y ! ! ! ! !
All around ugly eyes staring with dripping contempt
Old men spitting with bared rotting teeth
Then I noticed . . . and . . . 
And my heart ached . . . 
Jesus . . . standing quietly with closed eyes

Then we were off to Roman authority -- Pontius Pilate
I saw his slanted eyes . . . squinting as if too much sunlight
Loud voices yelling outside . . .  “Crucify him!”
In my heart, I cursed these people – but his eyes
His eyes were dark, soft – forgiving
A hand washing and we are walking . . . 

To a hillside, a place called Golgotha – the skull
Empty eye sockets . . . a place of death
The eyes of soldiers hard, focused  . . . 
Spikes, woods – his sad eyes burning my heart
Closing my eyes, I heard a sharp gasp . . . soldiers yelling

As I opened my eyes – I was looking out with his eyes
We were seeing the same things
Angry faces with eyes of burning ashes
Taunting and jeering – a wave of hysteria hitting us
I heard and felt a deep groan 
Fear gripping me – I knew instantly we needed to go

Men, women, soldiers, slaves, leaders, teachers 
Eyes filled with blood lust
Evil, hatred . . . . I can’t breath
Death coming with the darkness
Jesus!        Can’t you see . . . 
Then I heard him whisper
 “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”

My heart sank realizing with horror
Jesus is staying . . . dying
I felt his purposeful breathing
Muscles, bones, joints aching with a searing pain
My eyes filled with tears

I saw another set of bloodshot eyes
A voice next to me yelling
“If you’re the Christ, get down from the cross
And take me too!  Let’s go!”
NO, NO!!!  . . . What is he saying
Those are my words – I am sick
My stomach seizes  . . . guilt fills me
I close my eyes

Another voice – on our right speaks
“Lord, remember me . . . “
Jesus painfully turns, twisting his body . . . looking . . . 
He sees blue eyes – my eyes
I am hanging next to Jesus
“Today you will be with me in Paradise”

We were one – together . . . one body
Now separate crosses . . . I feel crushed by loneliness
But his words . . . “Paradise” . . . “today”
He loves me – I see him looking at me
His eyes illuminating my soul . . . it hurts
I tried crying out – I love you . . . 
But only a sob squeaks out

Gravity pulling down pulling down
Eyes straining against the pain
Joints and ribs stretching . . .  popping
Chest heaving for each breath
Body convulsing against wood
Head back . . . eyes wide open . . . he screams
“My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”

No one answers . . . surprised eyes
In my tears I felt the agony of the cross
The bleakness . . .  hell
Dead eyes

Back in the pew
I heard the preacher 
“He died for you”
What . . . why . . . no . . . 
No, I don’t want you dead


Hey, wait for me – slow down
Running hard, breathing deeply
I stuck my head in empty tomb – hum??? . . . . 
I sat quietly next to Mary Magdalene . . . wondering
The gardener spoke – “Mary”
But he was looking at me – bright eyes
He said . . . “David”
“David, I love you”

Yes!!  Woo Hoo . . . 
Look at me . . . I am dancing
With shinning eyes 
“I love you too”
“I love you”
“Lord Jesus”
“I do”

David Meade

Love Generously

Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2015

Details | Alliteration | |

We'll Always have San Andreas

-rearranging the stars-

How could we agree to separation? 
If you were destined to be my soulmate,
Why would we allow the stars to change our fate?
They've written in a fresh verse 
Sewing in a new song, soon to be sung
The Stars are not to blame
The fault lies deep within our hearts

Like earthquakes wondering through the years
separating silicone valley of tears.
Sweeping sweet dreams far away
What has become of my day?
Today the sun sets holding on to old hope
Tears fall down a sudden slope

Now my dreams are drowning down another road
Tonight I sit under the aspen cold
Alone, no longer in search of gold
Naming nights you whispered words of love to my soul

Your love no longer speaks 
Without warning, the Midas touch slowly fades
In my chest  -  I find fault  
The sound of heartache echoes every day
Rejuvenating every crack from display
In plain sight, I search for thee
The sun  -The moon  -The madness  -The Salton Sea
My heart no longer speaks

Everything I dream of sinks like the night
Stuck in quicksand  -- the aftermath
Healing scars the aftershock left behind
Finding ways to fill the gloom
Alas bridal curtains sit silently in my room
Setting boundaries between Earth's poetic plates
Like an earthquake passing through my heart 
You left like the moon, moving mountains apart

Suddenly, San Andreas Fault looks tragic from here
Until then I will hold my breath
In hopes, our Plates will meet again 

By: PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Hope Outweighs Sorrow

Falling in love is magic,
it feels like your heart's on fire.
And your ears hear only hope,
not the words of a liar.

When trust begins to weaken,
your heart shores it up with lies.
And an outpouring of pain,
replaces truth as it dies.

Fear gathers, like nagging doubts,
that morph into last goodbyes.
And shared dreams discreetly drown,
as tears spill from crying eyes.

Let time’s current carry you
to where hope, outweighs sorrow.
For like a river, it flows
blindly towards tomorrow. 

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet | |



Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice 
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow

Copyright © Katrina Keller-Cole | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

I Need Time to Heal

Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)

*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"

Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace

I took the last picture off the wall
 then my broken heart started to bawl
 on the floor lay your broken vows
 fat they lay like bloated cows

The love sworn by your sacred heart
 flipped over like an apple cart
 the corner lay three mismatched shoes
 I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues

I took that picture and held it tight
 sad memories of our fightin' last night
 you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
 grieved as you beat on that dead horse

I saw dear hope entered my heart today
 I saw a picture that reminded me of you
 the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
 sun shining so like you in her skies

Tell me just one more time how you care
 lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
 whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
 baby, please forget those recent fights

Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
 lock the doors, not take any damn calls
 undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
 stay in that paradise leaving not a trace

Robert J. Lindley, 06/21/1976

This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally 
divorced. I had my best friend deliver it. He said she threw it into the 
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lake. Next morn I 
knocked on the door there, her mother answered. I asked for my poem back 
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried 
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This 
is the first time I have  ever shared it with anybody since she never even read 
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
 suffer too. And often rightly so...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Not Built Strong Enough

Erector sets and wooden blocks
Dominoes and house of cards
Built way up to be knocked down
Scattered all across the ground
Model cars and airplane kits
Making sure each piece will fit
Snapped together without glue
Just to fall apart on you
Puzzles without all the pieces
Will not work and it decreases
The fun and joy of finishing
A picture without it's full scene
All these things can fall apart
Or not be finished from the start
Like a love without the trust
Which is a necessary must
So it doesn't break and tremble
And you have to reassemble
Two hearts with a solid glue
So it doesn't fall on you
From a height that is too high
To complete---you let it die
From a lack of love and care
Broken too much for repair

Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 

Copyright © John Paluszek | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry | |

I Wish I was Wrong

I wished as a child upon a star
For Christmas to never be very far

Then I wished for a lovers kiss
I dreamed that love would never fall amiss

I wish at times I was not so smart
Wisdom brings disappointment after dark

I wish at times I was not always right
Happiness you see, is about letting love take flight
I truly wish one day to be wrong
So that you girl, will cry for me and sing me my song

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

I Burn

Do you remember that final night?
The room was dim yet the flames were bright.
Heart wide open, nerves coiled tight,
My voice shook with the firelight  
That moved in waves with easy grace,
A silent song across your face.
The light transformed our secret place - 
A sunset on our last embrace.
We said goodbye even as we yearned
For another day, for another word.
Even now, I grieve - even now, I burn.
How could I know you'd not return? 
Our place is clothed in settled dust. 
The cruel world has been unjust.    
In dreams I live, in faith I trust,
And I'll remember for both of us.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |


Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet | |



The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflection‘s beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by nature‘s gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

Details | Ballad | |

Is It Worth It

Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first 
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing 
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental 
so can you tell me....... 
Is It Worth It?

Copyright © Trevor Bain | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epigram | |


Tell me, my Lord,

Is it true that seas and oceans, 

Created are by Thy tears 


Thee have shed, since the beginning
Of time 


All the suffering humanity has



For all the afflictions of mine?  

© Demetrios Trifiatis
   29 JANUARY 2015

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Silent Killer

Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)

He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed

The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn

Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
We shall overcome
The silent one

The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready

Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free

The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic monologue | |


Words badly spoken
Shout - by - shout - by - shout
Let anger be spoken
Let all people around see and hear
Was that all you can do?!!!!

My heart pounding fast
Beating strong and hard
As if any moment I will burst
Sweats unstoppable running low

My fingers starts to shake
Each breath a shallow deep ones
Each glance a hidden plea
Each step carried with the heaviest gold

I want to speak but I can not
I am stunned
I am stripped
I am foot glued
I am hurting
Deep and open

I want to utter something
But I can not
Afraid to say something wrong
Scare to be put on fault
I am tired explaining
so tired...
so exhausted in a way even...

I run. 
keep on running
and there as I stop
Tears flow....


Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse | |

Faded Thoughts

Thoughts how they fade from white to gray,
        and the memories we made, turned to dust just today.
           Ashes we smoked and the dreams we dreamt,
                     all DIED in your arms and I wept...
                                                                      -and wept.
        Please forgive me- believe me when I say I am sorry-
           I feel sad for you but not as sad as I feel for me.
               Self pity is a disease, but it puts me at ease,
                    and I just wish these flea's, would get off my bleeding back.
                        If I could paint you a river, I'd swim to your shore,
                           mend all I  t o r e , now it's you that I lack.

It was always been you...ALWAYS been you...
            you were my envelope, you were my flu,
                   you cut me apart because you made me whole,
                          I'm sorry I stole...your heart...
                                                                   -your heart...   

Date Written: September 26, 2015


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Villanelle | |

Her Tears of Sorrow

Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Tenderly I stroke her hair in my fingers Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong She hurts by the world’s events and its throng The pain she holds seems to always linger Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along I offer her my shoulder for to cry on This thing in her life sure presents a zinger Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong I hate to see crying, I hold her hours long I’m always here for her, she’s a real ringer Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along In my heart each tear surely collects upon Her soul comes out for she is the bringer Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong If you think we’re not meant to be, you're wrong Our love is two harmonious believers Her tears of sorrow and pain flow along Her heart is exposed for me to hold strong
Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Broken Trust, Dying Of Love

Broken Trust, Dying Of Love

Baby, nobody came when I cried out for you
if I were a lawyer maybe I would just sue
if a doctor, would heal my sad heart too
Nobody came baby, when my hot tears fell
the 'ole world has completely gone to hell
they say the sun is shining but I can not tell

Baby, nobody came, what the hell do I do
Oh my sweet darlin', what shall I ever do
Crying in my cereal, tears falling in my tea
baby, this damn hurtin', is all over me

I miss your lovin', that was so damn good
I'd crawl back to you, if only I ever could
prayin' you will come back, if only you would
Watched you leave, be damned if I know why
this damn hurtin' makes my soul want to die
tears are fallin' like raindrops from the sky

Taking my medicine, out back on the patio
drinking my whiskey, with Petty on the radio
my livin' without you, so damn sad you know
saddest sight I ever saw, was watching you go 

I remember your touch, each and every kiss
Baby, thats the pain in what I so dearly miss

Darlin', I forgive you every lie you ever told
if only you'd return here for me just to hold
we can forgive each other, never again scold
Hurtin' all over me, has me in such despair
got me starving to death, whiting in my hair
return to my love and end this eternal scare

Baby, you broke my heart, shattered my mind
got me drinkin' whiskey, the strongest kind
Darlin', you got me crying all the damn time
writing all of this pain out in sad poetic rhyme

Still nobody comes, as I scream out your name
come on back, on me place all the damn blame
Without your sweet love,  nothing is the same
baby move back in, my wild ways you did so tame

O' Baby, baby, I simply have to tell you this
Every damn good thing about you is what I miss!

Robert J. Lindley---

Written so damn long ago. I remember all the damn hurtin', why 
she left I still don't know. Next three years I lived inflicting pain,
back into me --it left a miserable stain.
Life giveth and life taketh away, yet why I was broken I know not
even to do this day!
Looking back, I see a wild man that needed his ass straightened out!
Now that I'm so blessed, I know it was a gift, of that I have no doubt..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse | |

It returns in different form

Should it hurt?
The word "LOVE"
A gift of happiness, 

A breath to breath combination
stomach rotation, when love is gone

Should it hurt?
Moving on!
Pulling oneself together
After falling far from heartache 

A feeling hard to bare
until another comes along

The End


Copyright © C T | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Love Is Too Blind

L anguishing in this sad torturing state
O nly my mind to rip me into shreds.
V acant of hope, she warned it was too late
E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds.
I nflicting the misery my heart needs,
S he left me with only this one sad choice.
T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds,
O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice.
O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend,
B e my angel, return life back to me!
L augh and dance, do it all over again
I n that new paradise, we have that key.
N othing to lose and everything to gain,
D eliver my relief from this great pain.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016
Sonnet acrostic (tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND.
Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge 
Number three

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	14 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	109

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Outside Door Visitor

The door was stiff with rusted bolts but I did my best the pool of sweat and the rain of tears can all attest. There were whispers and taunting from fear but great determination and anticipation covered my ear. In the heat, your loud, sharp cry gave me the feel of snow so healthy in appearance and weight- new life in a show. My new found love exponentially grows which I’m about to promote thinking differently, my blessed child sees the world as remote. Sensitive to every touch, already proving social yet gone and missing was existence’s marshal. Making me wonder if that was its exact command praying and wishing it faces nature’s reprimand. My heart anticipates whether it’s a prince or princess but life in union with death is a deadly incest. You touched down on planet earth with your face looking up the sky you just landed but to acquire your wings and fly. The inevitable crossing to the other side wasn’t your intention I was ready to pull the heavens down for an intervention. Ten minutes after the miracle, joy bathes a soul already faded but at the same time life is mocked for the blessing to be shaded.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Silent Partner

He walks in silence though you would never know
As he cares for those he calls friend,
Inside tears fall though he would never show
Like brittle leaves from a tree in the wind.

The years have washed his dreams away
Something that life will often do,
He forgets the simplicity of a yesterday
When in a child’s heart all dreams came true.

He cannot remember the last dream he had
Fearing life has played its part,
And the trials of living both happy and sad
Carve into stone where once beat his heart.

Compassion and love help our dreams become true,
And love could feel good… if he only knew.

Copyright © SM Koval | Year Posted 2013

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My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust

I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!

Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!

I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!

I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!

R.J. Lindley
Sept 23rd, 1976 

Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:	
Total # Words:	116

Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form 
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of 
its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring 
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep 
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read 
only after I depart this existence.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

Tranquil Dreams Of Sorrow Love Like There Is No Tomorrow

In the midst of midnight twilight Silence gently fades in a cascade Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun Tension burst in darken moment made afraid Roaring voices sounds of thunder Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away Swelling sated of explosion love Warm cinders soothes the budding moment ray Tranquil dreams of sorrow Love like there is no tomorrow 4/2/2016

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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Love To Linda Marie

Dear Linda-Marie, I can't believe
I write these words to you.
That you have left your earthly home
Simply cannot be true.
So full of life, so full of love,
So recently a bride.
I thought "Forever More" was yours
With your new love by your side.

Sometimes you showed your inner self
In the lovely lines you wrote.
Sometimes you helped us to find ours
With a "Sweetheart's" helpful note.
We didn't want to lose you,
But we know it's surely true
You were so loved on our pages,
You'll be loved in Heaven too.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014