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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

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU forgot TO TELL Me, dear
Suddenly, San Andreas Fault looks tragic from here
Until then I will hold my breath
In hopes, our Plates will meet again 

By: PD
6/29/15

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2015


Details | Verse |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....





Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

No Roundabout- Its A Straight Road

Love is ultimate, but with you it was fatal. I had lots of laughter not until I said “I love you too!”. Number two was my certified location b’cos I’ve always reverenced you so high at the topmost of priorities. Your gladness was much more than my enjoyment, it germinated into compulsory duties I had to perform. My pride became your belt and my shame, your underpants. The definition of me translated to the adoration of you. I worry to give us a balance but you hurry to topple the equilibrium. My life, a spreadsheet of your errands, subjecting my feelings into a standby to suit your taste and exhausting comfort. But one day! The slightest of contact with an acid will change the litmus colour and a continuous debt by a tenant will abruptly render him homeless. Your oil is used up, the engine is knocked and the lamp has gone dark. A heart so tender, you deserve not. Arms once warm have been frozen to rigor motes. My back is turned towards you and that beauty, you’ll never see again. Go and taste the seedlings of the city’s daughters and the well sauced soups of its young maidens. I’m no longer yours even if nature advocates for mercy. Consider my sweetness and calm now as stones mixed in dough, baked and served with vinegar. You proclaim “I’m now a completely changed man”, I believe you, but for the next girl. Know this Mr. Irresistible guy, even if you’re the last birth of all men I’ll never again present my affections for your selfish trade. Goodbye my past lover, I sincerely wish you well.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015


Details | Free verse |

eggshells

From a mouthful of this morning’s eggs,
I pull bits of char from yesterday’s breakfast.
‘I had no chance to scrub the pan’, I plea with myself-
But I still envision smashing it over my skull
like a cartoon.

Every morning I wake up 
feeling last night’s feelings,
thinking last night’s thoughts,
about what’s happening 10 years ago, 
and what happened tomorrow.
If you add up every 
simultaneous
suffocating
moment 
I fight through- 
just to say:

‘i love you’

It would stretch for longer than I’ve known you,
which is longer than I’ve been alive.

There was no ‘today’ in my broken egg. 
No difference between coming or going,
to an automaton in purgatory 
who saw life through the pinhole eyes 
of a cardboard mask won at a birthday party 
I never asked for.
The sky looked like the ceiling of a small, dark closet.
and flowers looked like plastic bargain bin decor 
coated in lead paint, the kind left on roadside graves.
I used to count those as a child,
on the way to destinations 
I still dread my arrival to.

If I were brave enough to show you my awe and my terror
of loving the one who revealed 
the world as something real, all this time-

I would sink face down in dirty bathwater 
choking on wet, laughing sobs
until my fingerprints wrinkled away
and tear at my clammy skin 
until my soft nails bent backward
and paint red bruises all over my trembling body
that would spell out a primitive language 
neither of us had the chance to learn. 

This is my best guess:

‘i am just a bad thing that happened
a book of false memories and blind feelings. 
You are a very fast reader,
You’ll soon reach the end of me.’

I remember drawing a map in crayon 
of every ditch I saw myself lying in
strange, unnatural positions.
Like I'd been struck by a car,
and someone shoved my body away
so I wouldn’t mess up the next one.

Copyright © Eden Kurova | Year Posted 2017

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 | Lyric |

OF ONE SWEET KISS- ANACREONTIC VERSE


OF ONE SWEET KISS
 ~~anacreontic verse~~

     As  yawning  sun
   shall end the day
     and stars at night
   flutter betray,
     my heart besets
   the velvet sight
     and wafting breeze-
   no solace brings.
     I wander slow
   walking on air,
     pictures within
   whisper confuse
     yet, love I dare
   feather breath warmth,
     lit the magic
   'til angels rose
     to pluck dire strings
   so bards may sing
     my lovers name.
   By candy flame
     of deep despair,
   seeking spirit
     moans in silence.
   Thirsty thoughts
     in depth of eve
   spell longing weep,
     my lone heart tears
   of waiting song,
     of one sweet kiss. . .
________________________________________
10:01 am, October 28, 2015


***dedicated to my HUGE ONE~~~ James Fraser

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

I've Scribbled This Song For You



I've Scribbled This Song For You...


I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...


now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,


la laa laa la laa laa laa...


(repeat to fade)


:-)

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Let's Pretend

Let's say that you’re mistaken,
and I hadn't said a word. 
Twas pain brought me to my knee,
and the wind you must have heard.

Why can’t you just shrug it off,
and admonish me out loud?
Or claim, it was but a game,
to amuse the passing crowd.

Let's pretend nothing happened,
so we can forget this eve.
And once discretely forgot,
will you promise not to leave?

But, suppose I did propose, 
and each word came from my heart?
Would it matter that I cried,
when you tore my hopes apart?

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

Details | Iambic Pentameter |

In Need of a Banquet

He gave me only crumbs to feed my soul
A famished heart in need, I asked for more
I could not please him for he was not whole
His heart was hers and he had locked that door

I longed to eat of banquet of his love
The night grew long and in my heart an ache
I hid my face and cried to God above
And prayed that by his grace I would not wake

A little kiss, a quick caress, a sigh
The rest was left for dreams to try to fill
The fervent plea of heart he did deny
My hope of passion’s fullness lingers still

Yet bounty of love’s banquet I must taste
Another one will feed me what I crave
My lavish heart like crumbs I will not waste 
For I must feast on love before the grave

Eileen Manassian
August 21, 2014
For Giorgio's Iambic Pentameter Contest

Footnote:
Today I read a poem by Jan Allison entitled, Free Bird, in which she wrote of 
being thrown some crumbs. My response to her: “We all need love and 
affection. Crumbs must turn to banquet soon.” Thus, this poem was born. ? 
Inspiration works in mysterious ways. Thanks Jan for the seed! Give Jan's 
poem a read. It is sweet.


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

Details | Blank verse |

Broken Horses

We long for relationships
that know no borders,
in which hearts can roam free,
frolicking with each other,
and galloping at will
through fields and streams
in broad daylight,
and spontaneous affections
can nuzzle unrestrained.

Yet on our humble ranch,
it is the broken horses
that we so often ride.
Connections become curtailed
that once headed for the horizon,
by trial and error taught
to shield certain wounds
and mind necessary fences,
in many a peculiar pasture.

Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |

I have got to go

For the piles of promises that were broken
And the avalanche of lies that were spoken

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

I have got to leave the lock of your arms
And escape from the spell of your charms

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

What we had was sweet while it lasted
But now it looks like our time was wasted

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

First date

First date


I spent the evening
wishing you would make the first move.
I marked your song
but listened from a safe distance.
 
The gap between us elongated 
like an escalator 
laying down its treads
with the handrail busy, trying playing catch–up.
 
Over dinner the distance between us grew wider.
But we carried on as if we were governed by some unwritten rule.
But like a fool, I held back 
least the evening might finish too soon.
 
I surveyed your face for that give away glance.
Waited patiently for that inner dance.
Hoping that it would surface.
But your light remained red
even though I was on amber.
 
So I stayed, quiet, still.
Smiling, nodding and agreeing.
Mirroring your every gesture.
Matching your every move.

 
I searched inwardly for a hint of salvation.
I searched outwardly for some possible intension.
I was hurting like a defeated soldier.
I want to know you before you get older.
 
I spent an evening
wishing I had made the first move.
I marked your song
but foolishly maintained a distance.

Copyright © Tony Kirk | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The Silken Web

You have spun a careful web of lies.
Lying in disguise.
It’s made smooth as silk,
sparkling before my very eyes.

You whispered to me, spoke my name, 
enticing me to follow.
Luring me into the silken web.
Its tendrils of soft silk, wrapping around me.
Caressing me into its self.

You wound it tight and warm around me.
Then I could not breathe.
Little did I know there would be no way out.
This web of lies you have woven, 
cannot be undone.

GypsyofEssence

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Elixir of My Soul

Did you know I loved you before we met?
Drowning within your beautiful eyes,
Do you now feel the painful regret?

Did you vow to love me, and just only me?
Draped within a veil of pure bliss,
Diving below the depths of impurity.

Did you softly whisper, that I was the one?
Drinking the elixir of my innocence,
Downing till there was all but none.

Did you believe we would be here forever?
Distance keeping us miles apart,
Doubting we see each other ever.

Did you think of me lately, and miss me?
Dreaming of the two of us together,
Doused with love in an emotional sea.

Did you always wish misery, forever?
Darkness as your guardian in life,
Dragging us to hell, on this evil endeavor.

Did you wish I meant more, and ask why?
Dusting yourself entirely free of us,
Desolation forever, as you wave goodbye.

For the last time……….

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Wrestling Verses


Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
trapped in rolled-up sleeves.


Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.


My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.


Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,

still,

my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

A boring life

I was moving way too fast for you,
it took me a little while to realize 
you had reached your plateau.
My sights were on the infinite universe,
but yours was always without goal or prize,
our love became a coffin and you were a hearse.
We once made love under the stars and the 
Milky Way was reflected in your pale green eyes,
you failed to comprehend the majesty of infinity,
and sulked about the wet grass and humidity.
We sailed along the Nile to wonder at ancient
temples and walk like an Egyptian in the 
Sahara Desert, "Could have read about this place
in a book", you did frustratingly assert.
I rhapsodized about the beginning of deep time to when
mankind will be superseded and obsolete, yet your passion
was for a silly T.V show called Coronation Street.
I felt my zest for learning and life slowly evaporating from
my blood and bones as I watched you eat your daily 
4 PM butter and scones.
I was slowly becoming asphyxiated by your insipid routine, 
your life ruled by the clock and nothing shall come between.
Those months slowly turned into dreary years and I was resigned 
to a death by boredom, I prayed to the Grim Reaper,
I was slowly dying of ennui and you were insouciant and blind,
my penchants for discovery were locked away and you 
became the doorkeeper.
The fire in my belly was merely a dying ember gasping for air,
I stumbled upon a provocative and tempting fate who was 
beyond compare, secretly charming me to end this nightmare.
Patiently, I plotted my escape from your castle of lackluster
dreams and its moat of banality, over those humdrum hills
to a land overseas and renewed vigor and vitality.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Hands of Pain

My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.

I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.

Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Please Define

Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.

Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Marred Beauty


People say she has a marred face,
but her face looks beautiful to me
People say that she's too overweight,
but I'm attracted to her immensely
I'm attracted to her smile,
it's so, so sweet
I'm attracted to her heart,
it's so, so kind
I'm attracted to her mind,
it's so, so smart
I'm attracted to her will,
it's incredibly strong
So when my baby sometimes gets to feeling down,
gets to feeling bad about herself
I do the little loving things to try and cheer her up
Try to put a smile back on her face,
try to make her once again be happy
Let her look into my loving eyes,
then open up myself, let her come inside
and show her exactly what my heart see

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Pain and Ashes


Oh, speak to me of love, said Pain, now come
Draw up a chair and look me in the eye
Her limbs move slow, by sorrow frozen, numb
All nerve and sinew wracked by silent cry
Sit down, said Pain, the fire is hot and bright
And we must talk, for you have much to say
Not now, she begged, have mercy, not this night
Please let me speak of love another day
She feels the fire’s scorch upon her face
As devastation sears and burns within
We must speak now, said Pain, there is no place
Nor corner left to hide in; so begin…
She sits in silence as the fire flashes
Till morning finds her, sat with Pain, and ashes

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

I Hope You're Happy

I hope you're happy with everything you've achieved.
How does it feel to know you absolutely destroyed someone?
How does it feel knowing you tore down everything she worked so hard to build?
Does it make you happy, knowing she looks in the mirror and questions why someone was so determined to ruin her?
Does it thrill you to the core that you're the one that broke her? Not just her heart, but her body and mind.
Do you find joy in the fact that you stole hers?

When you moved, she flinched, unsure of whether you would be kind or cruel.
When you spoke, she closed her eyes, knowing your words would cloud her eyes.
When you hurled insults at her, she visibly shook, wondering when the verbal hurt would become physical.
Your voice became toxic to her body.
She broke herself trying to please you.
She was never pretty enough, she was never right.
She never listened, she never did a thing for you.
You poisoned her view of herself and you made her believe she will never be good enough.

God, I hope you're happy.
I hope you're happy and free.
Because she's broken and weak. 
And it's all because of you.

Copyright © Cheyenne Ruble | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Cupid Crowns You King Of Creeps

I crown you the king of stupid
Messing with a love that cupid
Sent your way for you to hold
But you have been very cold
Freezing her heart till it makes
Shattered pieces that just break
A loving woman's will to live
There's nothing else she can give
Her care showed through every day
With her actions she would say
How much you meant in her life
Never causing pain or strife
Thinking her love was enough
But you were so mean and gruff
Even through the months of sorrow
She'd be by your side tomorrow
Trying to give all she had
Through the good and all the bad
You just see her loving side
Not the tears she always cried
Wondering what she was doing
That you couldn't see her proving
Her desires and devotion
What ever gave you the notion
To push her love to the curb
Making you slowly disturb
The feelings she had way down deep
That you didn't want to keep
Now she's gone leaving you with
An empty feeling in the pit
Of your lonely soul that seeps
Because you were such a creep

Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

IT'S IN HER EYES

You’re wearing clothes I’ve never seen before Hide your phone when I walk through the door Furtive conversation’s I’m not meant to hear Text’s are received but these you soon clear You smile with your mouth, but your eyes are cold Cos it’s him that you want, not me you want to hold I’m sick and tired of your stupid lies It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes Your lyin you can’t disguise It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes Listen up honey to these words I say I’ve packed my bags I’m going away You don’t love me no more Of that I’m sure, Yes I’m sure, oh so sure So I’m walking out the door Then you can’t hurt me no more Any poem written in June NOT for a Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo 06~01~17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

LOVE IS BLIND

She dances to his tune When she does his bidding, he’s over the moon He acts so cool Yet he plays her for a fool This innocent girl has got the hots But she is so naive he’s calling all the shots She dangles like a puppet on a string Can’t see that she’s just his plaything He’s like so many other cheating lying guys Using her because she’s not worldly wise She needs to get wise Get wise to his lies He wears a disguise You can’t see his eyes Get wise Get wise Or does he have you hypnotised? Wise up before he leaves you for another Get wise so it won't come as a surprise. 08-07-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Let Her Teardrops Speak The Truth

I had a friend who once asked me, for some good advice
He wanted to know exactly what I thought, about his future wife
I said man it's not up to me, and should he need some proof
Just look into her deep blue eyes, and let her teardrops speak the truth

He looked at me in disbelief, half smiled along the way
He wondered where I'd come up with that, Where had I heard such a thing
I said trust me man you'll realize, Just do as I have told
And let her teardrops speak the truth, if you truly need to know

Let her teardrops speak the truth
Let them tell you how she feels
There's a difference between the happy ones
And the sad ones that she feels

Don't wipe away the happy ones
Let them fall down endlessly
Become her everything and all
That she will ever need

Don't ignore the falling sad ones
And Wipe the pain from here eyes
Remember you can't stop them all
But at least you have to try

The difference should be easy
I hope you realize
A woman's soul is like a mirror 
If you look into her eyes

When you lay her down and make sweet love
For the very first time 
That all telling tear should come on out
That right there will be your sign

Then take her in your arms
And hold onto her so tight 
So the pain of all her past loves go
And she knows that this is right

But should the tears last more than a few
You may want to look the other away
That's her telling you she still feels for
The one who got away

Let her teardrops speak the truth
Let them tell you how she feels
There's a difference between the happy ones
And the sad ones that she feels 

Don't wipe away the happy ones
Let them fall down endlessly
Become her everything and all
That she ever needs

Don't ignore the falling sad ones
And wipe the pain far from here eyes
Remember you can't stop them all
But at least give it a try

Well my buddy came to see me
A few weeks down the road
Said I can't thank you for the advice enough
But I had to let her go

You see those tears were telling 
Just like you claimed they'd be
It's when we made love it became so clear
That who she loved, wasn't me

So though I'm saddened Now
Please accept my apologies
My understanding is now better 
Her tears were all the proof I'd need

I said that is what I'm here for
Should you ever need advice
Now come over here, let's drink a beer
And get on with our lives

Don't worry about tomorrow
We still have our youth 
And should you feel the need to shed a tear

Let your teardrop speak the truth.....

Copyright © M.P. Shaudd | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

I Thought You Loved Me

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME I thought you loved me, but you proved me wrong. Your actions revealed to my heart a sad song. Which was once so happy and joyful on account of your presence, But is now covered by a dark cloud of depression. Where did I go wrong? I adored you unconditionally. Remember what this stood for L.O.V.E. Larry’s Only Valentine Eternally No matter the circumstance you could always count on me. Up until now my time in here has been aided by your love ant trust, But now I’m broken to pieces with the mere thought of ‘us!' Although you’ve been at my side, so I can’t say its been a complete waist. Time simply proved our relationship could not endure this long race. Although I thought you love me, and would patiently wait For that moment when I’d be free - And these bars no longer imprison me. I’d get down on bended knee, and take your breath away. I guess destiny isn’t always what it seems. Instead of ‘meant to be’ it’s a mere ’hopeless dream’. And I guess after all you never really loved me - But for some time I was convinced you did. All the letters, conversations and visits from the start of my ‘bid’. I guess after all this time you just never had a clue That while ‘I thought you loved me’. I never once stopped loving you.

Copyright © Larry McMillan Jr. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rispetto |

LOVE IS ACTUALLY FAILING

At first they were in love, but soon he preferred those sexy curves of his cute blonde employer The divorce rate’s soaring I recently heard - see forlorn people stand in the court foyer. Love is actually a four-letter word, the real winner of it all is their lawyer! I think it’s so sad when a romance is dead… He shouldn’t have slept in another girl’s bed! Love is actually contest Sponsored by John Anderson 07-31-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

What Would you do

If my life was on the line, what would you do?
Would you ride for me, be willing to get blood on you?
Would you give me a hug, if I gave all of my love to you
If the world was against us, what would you do?

Drama, pain, heartbreak, that's just the world I've been born in
Gained scars, wounds and torn limbs
Going through losses, helped me to form wins
I killed my suicidal thoughts, and my mind was born again

I came undone with my pride
It showed me the wrong way, took me down the wrong path
Trying to train my thoughts, but it was a long track 
Got here alone i Never had someone by my side

I don't trust many, I find it so hard to open up
Would you be willing to try and fix someone so broken up?
If I let you in, would you promise to stick it out with me?
Would you have my back, even when the world is doubting me?

Would you look past my scars?, Could you see beneath my flaws
Would you accept if I lost the race, regardless of how long I was leading for?
Would you have a weapon ready, to help me take on depression
Would you read every rhyme I write on a page with acceptance?

Do you see the good in me, even though I'm hard work?
Trying to paint pictures with poetry, and make it artwork
Could you understand that sometimes I'm happy but still create a dark verse?
Would you be the bandage if this world makes my scars worse?

What would you do if I said I loved you?
Would you push me away, or ask me to hug you?
Am I worthy of the chance? Do you think I could be right for you?
If I told you all of this, what would you do?


Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2017