Best Love Pain Poems
Quote By Poet "What I have learned, peacemakers are everything."
My truths shall set me free,
to be the creative person I must be.
Always free to live the life God wants for me,
the life to show Him I do care for Him.
Truth can come in many sizes,
it is all about how we look at our life.
My truth about giving and receiving one's love is priceless,
some things in life one cannot put a price on.
Love in deeds and words are a must,
I will not give out pain.
For that is what this world so freely gives out,
my truth wants to live in peace and kindness daily.
Showing I care for the world,
my truth and Thee shall always be alive.
Love Notes in a Bottle
It came as a last meandering thought
How could I know?
Maybe a thousand years from now
On a far away shore
Would exist a lady of mystical lore
Reciting sonnets of medieval tales
In magic forests, dreaming of love
As I love
Who could feel a bond so delicate as a doves feathers
A pain so strong, like a tiger wronged
That to part would mean emotional low tides to come
That she could feel the loneliness of night
The scent of the morning dew
The feeling of rain upon ones breast
The smell of the rose
The view of the meadows
The Laughter as the children danced
The plea of one whose heart bleeds
The desires to capture love and yet remain free
Her eyes would show her ageless beauty
Her smile would hide her thoughts
Wrapped deep
Inside of old love letters
She would sigh
As I recited old prose
We would hand in hand repose
Knowing growing old is how it goes
Alas she is but an image in my mind
A thousand years till birth
Or even more
A fantasy, that lets me die in peace
That someone could love as I loved thee
You were my past, and my eternity
Lovers who never took flight
Broken wings, and broken borders
Boundaries never crossed
Kisses though we never lost
On every wind swept shore
I wander with the birds scouting overhead
As wave upon wave of desolation slaps my head
A woman is over there by the sea
She but a stranger in the mist
So not at all is she thee
A thousand years from now
On wind swept shore
Will she be forlorn?
Weeping for the likes of me
Whispering inside, he was here but a thousand years ago
Love letters telling loves desires
Inside a bottle and buried in sand
Alas is the ocean not made of ancient tears
The night air flowed over my breath
The covers not quite keeping me warm
Dreams caressing my past
My lover whispers in my ear
Sweet words, with her loving touch
Times long ago, where tenderness would flow
Her perfume flys away with the wind
Happy days my only true possessions
ahhh but love is not as it once was
Age makes the windmill turn slower
My lover caressing my pain
Raindrops falling, aroused in the wet rain
She my life, now I live with thoughts inane
Shivering,
She releases me from both pleasure and pain
Dreams of her splatter all over on top
My cover only a cardboard box
Wet from the weather
in the alley where I sleep
At dawn, there is a sharp pain in my rib
"out your bum, get the hell away"
Kicked and bruised I grab what I can
All I can think of is to run run run
Limping, onwards to the park
I feel a firm hand take hold of me
Stop young man, its raining cant you see?
Shocked I try to escape, fear invades me
In a softer tone the man says
Come with me son, out of the rain
The shelter is over there, close to your park
A warm meal, and and fresh bath will do you good
Father O'Brien pats the new one Davey on the back
Welcome son, here's a book if you care to read
Davey still in skeptical mode, being treated as human
Father O'Brien see this in his heavy eyes
He looks at Davey and whispers
I was once you, you see
The hand of love
Can mend a thousand hearts
When like the seeds of blooming flowers
We spread the love we were handed
in bondage to social etiquette, our heart paused
spontaneity was stifled, innocence was lost
we wandered earth like a soulless ghost
love betrayal came at a heavy cost
glorifying body cage we live in
truth of our Self remaining unknown
accustomed to trauma bonding with pain
we denied God’s light even after we were shown
I part petals
like quiet psalms.
I hear these hibiscus hymns
pressed to the pulse of morning,
where colour hums
in crimson breath,
and the wind
remembers my name.
It comes unbidden.
The song my soul never seeks,
it finds me anyway,
threaded through my ribs.
A tremor beneath my thoughts,
an ache
I cannot unlearn.
I feel
a violin verse
between venom and Venus,
drawing its bow
through my silence.
Each note,
a kiss.
Each chord,
a wound.
I taste love
dripping with poison.
I feel beauty’s sting
like truth.
And still
it rises in me.
The chorus a poet bleeds
restless,
unstillable,
moving in tides
of ink and ache.
A refrain
carved deep in my marrow,
learning the language
of my silence,
singing me open
again.
And again.
Until
I am lifted
beyond breath.
I kissed
an opera octave—
full-throated,
trembling,
infinite.
And in that surrender,
my heart,
no longer silent,
becomes
the hymn itself.
A teardrop falls deeply—slicing and aching
hurt twisting knots around the deepest fingers
love you from my heart warmest emotions so
in each kiss of your beauty I feel all of you
worth the suffering and pain that happens
gaining rewards in the end—undiminished love
happiness such a precious gift for us forever
the teardrop falls now freely in your honor
it spills warmly and gently in your name love
as grace is my honor to bear this noble sacrifice
with joy and I find you now my sweetest sunshine
with happiness being my one-way ticket to paradise
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (June 9, 2015)
(Verse)
Love's pretty flower blooms with beauty in the spring
Nourished by caress of gentle rain
yet love can break a heart, leave it dangling on a string
As tears fall upon petals of pain
Love's pretty butterfly floats on summer breeze
Seeking love's sweet nectar, does it flutter yet in vain?
For love can lose its wings, and come crashing in the trees
Leaving teardrops on petals of pain
Love's pretty melody sung by birds in early morn
Echoes through the trees and down the tree lined lane
love songs can turn to breakup songs, piercing like a thorn
As tears are shed over lyrics which cause pain
Tongues of solar flare writhe in combat kiss
—flame-throwers unleashed
iron words h a m m e r e d in fire
ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts
once under skin
hear the fevered air burn with cheers;
c a c k l e s of c r a c k l e s and h -i -s -s -s
bellies of tears full of fire; fire feeds on gasoline tears
fire-eaters’ —bellies full of flames
turn inside-out; fire-breathers shape-shift
from love doves to squawk hawks
bonfire of marital bliss consumed by wildfire
desolation burns holes in lacy i n* t i* m a* c y
ashes
fall
from
s o l o
cigarettes
. . . nuclear winter in summer
t h r o a t s of songbirds c h a r r e d
. . . silence
follows blaring —w h o o s h— of serpent fire
purification in cremation of all OratiOn sound
liability and liberation
animate to dissipate in snaky smoke of HeLL-wraiths
apathy clouds form they rain on red heat
smother a smolder mother a cease fire
ember-ice; scalds freezes t–h–a–w–s
whets flesh — and wets fire extinguished flower bed
ashes laid down
—passion’s quiet confetti paves a path—
w. a. i. t. s
— s l e e p w a l k s
… d r e a m s
Deep within the darkened halls of my mind I search each memory of love not meant to be.
Where love shone bright but now has left only tattered webs of pain and sorrow for me.
Lost and left behind to wander aimlessly, to feel the viperous sting of what once was, now no more.
To know of love's beauty and tenderness and passion between two hearts and all scars that it bore.
Like a ghost forever to wander these empty halls whaling for love's lost memories day and night.
Forgotten, forsaken this ghost with a broken heart, invisible, just an empty memory in plain sight.
And as I stop with eyes quite torn
Through black of night's uncertainty,
Scales the breath to wait for fresh dawn
Erasing fears 'neath the wise tree.
Trail of light descends on relay
Hovering on boughs, so serene,
Leaves plucking tunes of evening's play
Night blessing my gray doubts , I dream.
Kissed by prayers bringing fresh hope,
The moon rises as flowers swell
While birds await starlight's approach
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John Hamilton's Your Best Poem
Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand
Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
Heal my heart, stop my nights of great sorrows
offer thy hand, promise of tomorrows.
Thinking back to love-nights we never slept
agony, I fell and viciously wept.
O' my love, allow me one more soft kiss
grant mercy, giveth this saddest soul bliss.
Remember vows, we swore to never break
in this dear Hope my life, I gladly stake.
My daily prayer, sends pleas for thy hand
Save me, that I may rise again to stand.
Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
R.J. Lindley
NOV.17TH 1975
Note- This poem was written while in a fallen state of despair
from a lost love, and broken soul laid bare.
A youth that raced to drown sorrows, only to find more and deeper misery in the drowning.
Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret
Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Never saw her again, I ran away
bare truth is, I knew she wanted much more
than a simple life, with simple man's pay
with her fast asleep, I ran out the door.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Putting distance in our path, out of state
I heard no cries, did not see how she bled
looking back, her love became bitter hate
my mistake seen, I wished to be dead.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Six years and a million miles I had fled
where sadder path my soul walked alone
yet see her well I could, in her silk bed
in sweet night dreams, we talked on the phone.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
Courage came and I went to her hometown
to beg forgiveness for my youthful fear
I saw her again in her blue nightgown
I ran away, my eyes still wet with tears.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
As moon's rays through my window hit my eyes
then I realized it was a bad dream
nobody could hear my bellowing cries
no, we would never again be a team.
Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind, without sight.
10-08-2019
Rhyme,
Written for the contest, If Only We Could
Turn Back The Hands Of Time,
sponsor, Silent One
First place awarded
No other choice
as my shadow schemes in the sand,
lone cries on lovelorn wings give grief heart’s voice
over scorned wedding band.
Sandcastles are crumbled in undertow’s deceit,
longing and revenge; a million grains ‘neath my feet.
Avenged by briny blue’s retreat,
illusions built too closely to tide’s edge rejoice.
Susan Ashley
June 14, 2019
~ Fourth Place ~
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
It's easier to tear things down
than it is to build
Fewer every day have love
many more are killed
Some would rather look away
than to lend a hand
when a needy person's day
doesn't go as planned
Ripping someone else apart
by word of mouth or pen
is the latest social craze
done time and time again
You just insulted someone's mom
with fingertips on keys
but never knew she's suffering
a horrible disease
That young girl who is overweight
your comments cut her deep
and you all had a hearty laugh
like herds of rabid sheep
Some who came across your path
had nowhere else to go
but hatred and sarcastic wit
were all you cared to show
People aren't obstacles
to roughly push aside
humanity is family
from which one cannot hide
Strangers might be future friends
whose names you don't yet know
just open up your hearts and minds
and see where life will go
I shouldn't have to say these things
they should be understood
but human beings typically
choose evil over good
Spread kindness everywhere you go
so little is the cost
for it could easily be you
whose life is nearly lost
Let someone lean upon you
if they find it hard to cope
you never know when you'll be called
to be someone's last hope
Being here is like being in the womb
Of the woman who carried you in this warm
Safe pool where all your worries were how to
Move your arm, how to not get entwined in that
Weird rope in the middle.
The water is cold, but not too, and if you close your eyes
You can imagine, you can JUST imagine what it feels like
To be so free again, and looked after and cared for
You can JUST hear voices quarrelling
And this very instant you realise this water is not
Your mother’s love just below her heart, her love
Is here all around you and she will worry if you float
On and on.
Most times this is how life is, trying to get a grip on it
But it evades like the little waves you can make with your hands
Little ripples in the surface that mean nothing
Like trying to get a grip on what people say around you
Words without meaning or at least it eludes you
As if swimming between fish with their own language
Forever trying to guess
And being rejected
Once you liked to swim,
Once you were a wee one
So with slow calculated strokes you move to safety
And sit shivering.
Not knowing how to live life and connect
Nor knowing how to stop life.
Once you loved to swim, hearing your mother
Sing to you from a distance. And that sound brings you
Back home again.
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April 28, 2017
Copyright © Darren White