Best Loveless Poems
Why Oh Why Oh Me.
Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean
Or Donald duck
Than me
I try so damn hard to move forward
But I always get knocked back
And if the road ahead was paved with gold
I’d fall between a crack
Nothing goes right
Everything goes wrong
I’d come last in my own lookalike completion
And I’m as popular with women
As King Kong
Why me what did I do wrong?
I feel like a caged songbird
Who never had a song
I wanted to be an Eagle
But I'm more like a Beagle
With a very wet nose
I’m fed up and frustrated
Condemned and so underrated
Unwanted just not good enough
A hasbeen an emotional punch bag
A failed comedienne
Without a gag
A sinking ship
A Rat caught in a trap
Ten steps forward a hundred back
An unwanted puppy
Drowning in a sack
A penniless beggar
With an empty cup
Only dark clouds and rain
When I look up
A prisoner on death row waiting to die
With no lookalike
Why oh why me
Cursed at birth
To live a life of misery.
Peter Dome©2019.
Wanting to have love,
Yet love always eludes me.
I see the lovers smile.
Tears roll down my cheek.
Knowing that I am alone,
Make the days seem much longer.
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
Cupid spotted me
From quite far away
A round little fellow
Boisterous unfettered sway
Upon his head
A crown of poison oak
A simple dress of
Toga and a cloak
His arrows were
A putrid green
Quite unlike the
Stories and photos I had seen
He fitted an arrow
To his little bow
Set for my direction
But little did I know
I felt it pierce my heart
It knocked me to the ground
Laughter and tears
A truly hapless clown
No love I felt
Remorse and pain
Loss and grief
Nothing to gain
But why had he
Done this?
Where had he gone?
Should I take a pill
To bring me up?
Or simply stay down?
Who do I ask?
Where do I go?
Explain this to my Dr.?
I would say no
Hallucination a majic
Mushroom trick
I truly don't know
I only took a lick
Shhhhhh..
take a minute
to listen..
it's faint
sorta like
a whisper
can you hear it?
there's a child
crying
in the distance
just out of reach
a futile existence
without the assistance
of its mother
covered
loveless..
born to perform
in the chior
of quiet angels
humming hope
choked
by fairytales...
i wish I could read her
a story
calmly comb her hair back
gently lift her chin
i would tell her
that worth doesn't come
in a bottle
that monsters get scared too
and mommy was just
born broken
but
I can't seem to find that child anymore
Sweet young girl what draws you to me.
Is it a laugh between friends.
The ocean goes far beyond were the eyes can see.
Are you but a dreamer who's lost in the dark
searching for the sun.
How I yern to tell you it just get's better
my loveless one.
Tears in eyes head in hands.
So many stops along the road.
Broken souls and one night stands.
I can see you when not here.
A jukebox cuts the sadness.
Fools cling to the past like a drunk
clings to a beer.
The bitter mans heart crashes to the floor
not leaving behind a trace.
I wake to emptyness after dreaming of your
embrace.
From the pages I wish you to to
read into the empty arms I wish you'd
run.
To cast away the sorrows
my sweet loveless one.
Comfort, luxury and accumulated wealth is nothing
Promise of beauty to the garden is spring in the offing
Separated from soul a body is of no avail
Without love life is not worth living
Loveless
Broken hearted
Abused, beaten, bruised
Aching, hurting, wanting,needing
Lonely
?Let nothing besiege your lame love
Nothing of that sort that's perennial and abiding
That is sure and true and sweet
Like the passion of our archetype martyrs of love
Let nothing serve you as an anchor for your putrid ambience
Obsequieses and ballads and dirges sung by the devil's choir
Are your portion of a serenade of chivalry
Love the one without love and die so
So come from the ascendance of the glorious cosmos
And rub thy foulness with the greed of lucifer
For it is befitting for your souls to love the way love is bought
Not the way love is worth
A breath escapes this lonely soul
jilted sigh expels it heavily falling flat
From on my back I see the stars align
...but only in other skies
as charcoal cumulous and birds of prey loom in mine
Each stab wound scars and scathes.
they accumulate-
Her indifference kills in it's lack of scorn
or spite...just apathetic attacks
Unprovoked and careless
Inclinations to instigate strife
....to bring flavorful drama to her life...
and misery to mine
I helplessly fall into these traps
seeking out affection in the dryest wells
hitting bottom and licking the stone
for it's scarcest moisture
Parched and living loveless
As the days go by you rub away at me
and peel back the pages of my skin
Soon I shall be raw, sore and broken
As you undo me
So you have undone me again
And I am me and you are you
And we are nothing
I am broken
your hands are too small to gather me up
so I fall through the cracks of your fingers
each day a little more
Then what's left is the black side
The dark side
The spiteful sharp bits
Like the leftovers of a roast chicken
Photos of us are in the shadows
Overcast by clouds
Our hands held strong
Covered by darkness
Sat with the what ifs and the could've done
So I wait
And you wait
For the sun to shift and show us the light
But the clouds don't move
And we never again feel the same
So we are gone
Fallen, to the low ground
The ground beneath the grounds
where people rarely go as they never make it back again
Claw away at the mud cracked on our bodies
trying to reach the light
Every day
The we that we were is further away
After a time we close our eyes and forget
What was
Until there is nothing left of us
Just two people that used to be in love
Stranded, sorrows billow suffering sails,
Surf snaps at broken hull's plea; 'swallow me'!
Lost love, life black-white, living color pales,
Tears sew sad tapestry on stirred sea.
Surf snaps at broken hull's plea; 'swallow me',
Grief, windswept memory’s muck lines the shore.
Tears sew sad tapestry on stirred sea,
Grains grit harsh reminiscence evermore.
Grief windswept, memory's muck lines the shore,
Winds retch your name, sandblasted stinging bites.
Grains grit harsh reminiscence evermore,
Essence dying, anoint loveless last rites.
Winds retch your name sandblasted, stinging bites!
Lost love; life black-white living color pales.
Essence dying anoint loveless last rites,
Stranded sorrows billow suffering sails.
Susan Ashley
August 3, 2017
N/A
For contest: Lost Love 2017
Sponsor:John Hamilton
I'll never be normal, or a hot trophy wife
I'd rather die lonely than trade in my life
No stranger of lust but a virgin of love
It seems there is none who accepts me enough
Written by hand but never by mouth
Before being buried I'll dig my way out
I guess I'm too weird, but I'll never change
I can't find a soulmate who loves that I'm strange
Cupid's a leper, my heart, a taboo
I guess I'm not wired to love like you do
Loveless
Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious
Loveless
Sweet thorns embrace the heart living in pain,
which never uttered soft a lovesick sigh.
Such judged that passion’s not a value gained.
Loveless in life, the time had passed on by.
As empty years progress, one grows deranged,
left in a box where broken dreams do lie.
God’s promise is for His love to restore,
the injured soul deprived of it before.