Best Get Over Poems
i dont care who you are
or what you think of me
build me up and break me down
then take your "stuff"* and flee
i hate you
you know it too
so bring it to my plate
take a point and hold my ground
to not spew all my hate
you were so nice in the beginning
well, what the "heck"* are you now?
gone, love, thats what you are
a filthy ugly cow
i am still the nice guy
lord, you have said so much worse
and still im here, i still get by
a blessing, not a curse.
i didnt snap hard enough to say what i meant
Categories:
get over, business, funny, girlfriend-boyfriend, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
No matter how hard I try.
It never seems logical to others
That he could blow my mind.
His secrets are safe with me,
Heaven forbid other women
Will seek him out to play
Based on something I’ve explained
Like at that first instant stroke
of my virgin violin
he played me without pain.
Pure pleasure
each and every time
after,
One memory
drives me
insane
I knew from his first exhibition of genius.
He’d always be the best I ever had.
And it is his great knowledge of me
That helps me hold on
Until I see him again…
So while they say I’m condemned if I don’t
I know
I’m condemned if I do.
For I’m absolutely sure the next one’s
Million dollar effort
Will not compare to the pennies
at the bottom of his old shoe,
Because when he teached
And took the lead
and told me exactly where to go…
And then
when I thought joy was over
he once again brought me
home.
I was so
Happily
Continuously
Joyfully hurt.
Won’t even lie and say
I’m sad
he wanted to do all the work.
And he was not lazy!
in the least
when he did what he did
And he did it with such zeal
That he is the only man I want to feel.
And that is the one part of adultery
that is scaring me.
Along with the wrath of God.
Because I can guarantee
The next man will make me
Disappointed and sad
For my first was
Is
And will always be
the best I ever had.
Categories:
get over, desire, love, marriage, sensual,
Form:
Rhyme
I’m normal, get over it!
I don’t wear women’s clothes
Pout my lips or paint my toes
I don’t eat twenty cakes a week
Or do a selfie and show my cheek
I haven’t tatts all over my body
And crying all day’s not my hobby
I don’t have a fashionable label
I don’t believe all I watch on cable
I wasn’t bullied at secondary school
I don’t wear sandals and a cagoule
I never show my feminine side
My hard drive has nothing to hide
I haven’t got a flag as far as I know
I don’t like people who call me bro
I’ve never kissed a man or petted a pet
I’ve done nothing I really regret
I haven’t a beard, I like a shave
I’m perfectly normal, my name's Dave
David Cox 01/09/22
Categories:
get over, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
When all things go wrong,
You just have to sit your sad, self down
And write a lovely, happy song.
But your heart is so crushed!
Why were you a confused clown?
Your words now, so totally hushed
Yet….the eyes of the stars how they twinkle,
You turn to your lover’s welcoming arms.
“This one day in time”, he says,”was but a wrinkle!”
9-3-2022
Categories:
get over, courage, feelings,
Form:
Lyric
Categories:
get over, love,
Form:
Verse
I’LL NEVER GET OVER A BLUNDER
I thought that it would stay that way
But fools like me are usually wrong
Then came that most horrendous day
A day that was twenty-four hours too long
Why, wonder I, did the sun have to rise,
with a dawn too bright for me?
Why did I open my wearied eyes,
only to face a nigh frightfully?
I had slept fitfully the previous night
Although I didn’t know why
I’d rue the day before and its delight
When rather than good morning I heard “goodbye”
I was trying to remain calm and stay cool
But instead the word “single” invaded my brain
Once again I would regret the mistakes of a fool
When beauty brought me to the brink of being insane
I believed it would always stay that way
With picnics and pink frilly under things
And so I would be left bereft only to say
That I regret the sorrow such a blunder brings
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Categories:
get over, angst, day, me,
Form:
Quatrain
Sometimes I catch myself defending you in my head, thinking “We were only kids…”
And then I sobered up and kick started myself into a foreseen realization.
You were 12.
I was 6.
You had no right.
Sex?
I wasn’t sure exactly what it was.
And although I may be a virgin I know damn well that THAT was not what was supposed to happen.
No, not when your six years old.
No, not when we’re alone in a tent together.
It’s cold, and nobody is home, and your hands only move one direction-
South.
Please. Stop. I don’t like this game.
The words blend together like a new definition of pain.
Eyes welling.
I may not know what’s right but I know what’s wrong.
….
To this day I second guess myself, and justify what you did to me and more importantly what you forced me to do. It churns my stomach to know that your going to be a father. We used to be so close, and I cherished that. But now I know it was just a lie. A lie that you forced me to keep. Concealed behind virgin lips, knowing that you were someone I had no choice but to please. You are my stepbrother.
I understand the term now.
Because it’s going to take multiple steps to get over the abuse, manipulation, and pain that you put me through.
On the outside the scars may have healed and faded but on the inside I have your song on replay.
Every jab. Every motion. Every secret. Every whisper.
It saddens me to think that our little “situation,” was the only thing I had to compare to a “real,” relationship.
Take a breath.
Numb the pain.
Ease your mind.
Start again.
Steps to get over my “brother.”
Categories:
get over, abuse, betrayal, brother, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
There was always that promise,
But never that guarentee
That I was yours to hold
And you'd spend your life with me.
Something inside of me
Screamed to lay my trust on you,
I don't know what made me do that,
But love is what I learned to do.
My tears are rising to the surface
And billowing down my cheeks.
Did you really gaze into my eyes?
I never let the pain leak.
Fear was my shelter;
I hid under cover.
I never openned up that way,
You made me a lover.
If I didn't look into your eyes,
If I didn't touch your lips
I wouldn't know heartbreak,
I wouldn't feel tricked.
When I found myself in you,
That piece I didn't know I was missing,
I knew you were different.
Inside of you was something.
Maybe the way you caressed me in your arms,
The way you made me laugh,
The way it killed to say goodbye,
That it was me you looked at.
We'll never be the same,
Never again will I be with you.
I learned my lesson, but most importantly,
I learned how to say "I love you too."
Categories:
get over, lost love, teen, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Sight begins to blur
Tears roll down my face
My infatuation with you was just a waste
My heart broken in two
I didnt know what to do
But then I knew
I knew what I had to do
I had to get over you
But i dont know how to
How to get over you
Categories:
get over, lost love
Form:
your still in my soul
tho we'ver getting old
your love is gold
no matter what i do
you have my mind too
I CAN'T
GET OVER YOU
Categories:
get over, bridal shower,
Form:
Light Verse
My cries are adolescent,
Life is unfair.
Well, sweetheart, kill yourself
Or get over it.
But I want it to be different,
I don't want to be so perverse,
So destructive.
I try to wash it from my body,
Try to rid myself of everything that has ruined me.
The cum
The makeup
The pills
The vodka
The blood.
This soap does nothing,
My tears are stagnant.
The blood of the lamb is a slap in the face,
Because I can never be pure again.
I can't pretend.
I can't get over it.
Categories:
get over, depression, life, loss,
Form:
Free verse
For those with heartbreak
This advice you should take
It will heal your mind
Thus happiness you'll find
After losing 'the love of your life'
Firstly confidence is key
To find one who loves thee
If loving yourself is not learnt
Then a partner shan't be earned
And opportunities shall be missed
Another is to accept
The memories are to forget
Or you'll never move on
And recovery will be long
Crying over and over again...
Categories:
get over, absence, boyfriend, break up,
Form:
Free verse
You can’t loose what you never had
So why do I feel so bad
“We” were never in love, just me
Getting over you won’t be easy
You were honest from the start
You didn’t want to break my heart
It isn’t your fault that you didn’t fall
I was the one who risked it all
Being friends was all you had in mind
How could I have been so blind
The truth was always in plain view
So now I have to get over you
No regrets on my part
I freely gave you my heart
Now it is over and I am blue
Because I still love you
Categories:
get over, lost love, sad,
Form:
Frowns galore
The negative
Holds so many captive
My ears have heard
You can't do that
Yes the hell I can
Dwell in the land of pity if you must
This soul will not be taken prisoner
Categories:
get over, happiness, life, uplifting,
Form:
Personification
Come on now, really? people?
My creativity really offends some people, Really?
If someone titled a poem "A Sociopath Named Holly", I'd laugh it off so seriously joking with the reality of being
secure in knowing that title alone is not me. Really. People.
I'm so secure wirhin the woman that I truly am within.
Really,. People. So, please, for you own sanity really get over my creativity people. Really. People. Become your own kind of Really "Creativity" People. Really, people. Really.
Categories:
get over, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse