Best Painfully Poems
Your touch upon my soft cream skin
As I lay here in this gentle breeze
My blood starts flowing, warming inside
Oh, ....you are such a little tease
Tiny little touches, you creep along my flesh
Seeking, searching the perfect place to rest
You move with speed I envy, skill of a hunter.
Quiet in the moment, you do what you do best
You enter me with skill and grace
A sensation that will last the night
I feel you throughout my veins
Sucking in my juices with your bite
When the pain comes, my reaction is violent
The itch of you I just can't help but wish away.
You are welting up my soft cream skin
Please, take your bloody kisses, leave me today.
As many times before you have tasted me and I let you go.
I will not let you live for one more drop, I kill you tiny mosquito
I put it all down on paper,
Letting it all out...
Get all of it outta my head.
All I wanna do is shout.
When my minds open
My eyes awake, It's my
Poor ole heart these terrible
Thoughts tend to break.
Wherever my eyes look
Whatever they are forced to see,
It's always the same sight
I so painfully do see...
Someone's laying next to you
Wrapped up in your arms...
And it isn't me.
It’s all the little things noticed or found
Introspect details about human flaws
Draped over sparse and electronic sound
Speaking specifics on love’s small faux pas
Lingering decay to crush broken hearts
That thud to machine-made, synthesized beats
On a low-end keyboard and salvaged parts
Locked into sad loops and doomed to repeat
Sorting the issues of small town affairs
Hopelessly hopeful that things might work out
Where controllers fail to capture the snare
Left to lay tracks made of sorrow and doubt
Calmly relaying bones from an attic
In heartfelt words and digital static
i walk slowly to my death, among fields of flowers bloom.
i can feel the petals rip my skin apart, as i brush slightly past.
the wind slaps my face as i move, each step a painful reminder that life is fleeting
rays from the sun burn holes in my mind, just a sign of the carnage yet to come.
the sun's flower burns my fingers as i graze along the center, testing myself
dark welts rise up and form painfully where i grasp, holding tight i continue forward.
it seems so foolish now, as i stand surrounded by my death
the thought of leaving this world for another
yet as i gasp for breath i am reminded that it is too late
theres certain death where i stand, and peace is too far away
i lay down and bring the petals blooms close to my body
its time to embrace the pain meant for me alone and leave this world
finally free
Painfully perfect
There is a depth of darkest in loving
The right person at the wrong time!
The pain of an incorrect moment is a pathway for understanding
Love is not only found on the plate of certainty
Loving the right person at the wrong time is
A common error in the cycle of life!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Untold fears and dried up tears
Reveal an avenue of lost words because
The moment of seeing the right person
At the wrong time is a moment of torture
But it is a moment of love!
Hearts may beat and blood may flow
But love cannot afford to be swayed by
Loving at the wrong time!
Time waits for no man
We must not subdue the moment
Because counter-positional love brings
A new degree of understanding!
Loving the Right Person at the Wrong Time is Painfully Perfect
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Some things are painfully memorable,
These are the sweet moments of years gone by,
When we lived without knowing our share,
But you can't buy a ticket there anymore.
I was born under lucky stars
In the house on the corner.
This house is forever filled with dreams
It is like a beacon, cutting through the mist. ..
I remember the street from my childhood,
Where the first friends lived,
Forever there was the summer
And there's something left of me.
My home, my sweet home,
Stores forgotten stories and things,
It's so good and it has a garden in it,
I remember and my heart flutters.
That wonderful sky-colored house
It will remain only in the memory and heart.
Our album doesn't store photos about it,
It was not left in its original place.
I will always remember sweet home,
Where she hid her toys under the bed.
What a pity that we are growing fast,
And childhood is remembered with sadness.
All I can see
When I look at you
Is what you did to me,
Not knowing what to do.
Each day is really tough,
So full of pain and sorrow.
Hoping I'm strong enough
To make it to tomorrow.
Constantly I am sad,
A feeling I can't explain.
You hurt me so very bad,
Causing the ultimate pain.
I know you did apologize,
But you seem to not get
How your cheating and lies
Is something I will never forget.
You need to do more,
Do everything you can,
To get back to before
And become a better man.
I need your help through this,
To move on and start to heal.
Being close to you, I really miss
And all that we used to feel.
This may take awhile,
So please hold my hand.
Walking mile after mile,
Leaving footprints in the sand.
(12/30/06)
No one notices
Those warm gentle eyes
That modest hesitant demeanor
Hiding snug in a corner
Behind a veil of haze
Painfully uncomfortable
Hiding symptoms of your mania
Still and hardly breathing
Afraid to attract attention
A hint of loneliness revealed
Inner sanctum no one sees
Not meant to be shared
Hovering through life
Translucent barely there
AP: 2nd place 2021
Your love ,beauty of a sparkling stream
that flows down south, we first met
Where we sat holding our hands
While watched the ants in procession
And you asked me that silly question.....
how they know their mate when rest?
The creepers swinging in the zephyr
the love birds resting at a height in pairs
on a Sunday in spring I lazed in your lap
sitting under that huge mango tree
playing with a stray hair you found grey,
I promised never to be away, my love.
Those days when you were with me
moments shared, at your moms place
the distant green hills and noisy birds
I loved more than a million operas
since you were with me to hold and talk.
While those parrots pecking the berries
you pampered our love in your womb
I kissed you and whispered in your ear
let the sun be down fallen from it's root
you belong to me and mine alone
for in all those years of my search
found your heart hidden from the crowd
just that I would own my precious one.
But love, when did that stream dry ?
I am lonely dear, the snap killing me
I greyed more than you can count
Your fragrance I miss as my breath
will that spring be ours again now ?
As the vagaries of fate unknown
I live waiting for the berries to blossom.
I know I'm messed up in the head.
I know all the reasons why
I had always wished I was dead.
But now I just feel like I'm unable to cry.
She stares into nothing,
Like when she looks in the mirror.
Not recognising what she’s seeing,
She used to see things clearer.
The clearness became distorted,
It became everything she feared.
And all that fear had left her haunted,
Wondering if it’ll ever disappear.
She wished the pain away because she didn’t feel she deserved it,
But now she feels emotionless, just wishing to reverse it.
Now she’d do anything to feel again the pain she felt inside,
Cause although it hurt for her to feel at least she felt alive.
So how does a girl just turn so numb?
Could it be from all the trauma that she’s suffered from?
She’s always healing parts of herself that other people break,
When all she’s ever wanted was to just feel loved and safe.
She’s lost so much; that there’s not much left to lose,
She even lost herself because she let herself be used.
She could sleep and sleep but she’d still wake up tired,
No amount of sleep will help a mind that’s never quiet.
She doesn’t want to hurt the ones around her that she loves,
But every day she feels as though she hates what life’s become.
She needs the ones she leaves behind to know she knew they cared,
That no matter how alone she felt,
She knew they were always there.
Even after she’d put them through hell,
They still picked her up every time she fell.
She’s grateful they stayed when she knew they could’ve ran,
She’s grateful they always tried and did the best they can.
She knows they’ll all be sad she’s gone,
But she hopes they’ll understand.
She’ll no longer feel lost and torn,
In a world where she felt so scared.
Privates left swollen, misfortune unasked
Choosing to be alone
Innocence stolen, beauty unmasked
Choosing to be alone
Taste my tears; embracing ease
Hear my screaming whispers, please
Oh desecrated sacred temple
Once guarded by emotion & will
Open to those who walked the path
through my heart and got a gate pass
Better to avoid judgment and laughter?
Or be misunderstood forever after
Bold on the surface, inside feeling cheap
Forced to be alone
Victimized pride, emotionless cheat
Forced to stand on my own
Painfully
Love looms
upon broken hearts.
It lingers hoping,
painfully drying
longing to feel again.
to no avail…
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 29, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
2024.05.18
One year ago, on a Saturday @ 20:10:00, I wrote
"Now, I just remember something to ask you.
If I lost my memory and/or
Was not able to read English any more,
Would you be kind enough to read my life story back to me?
Nay, maybe not, by then
You would have a lovely family
To enjoy and look after.
May I wish you all the best in your life, a happy, healthy and worry free kind of life surrounded by your loved ones."
On the next meeting, you promised by saying: "Of course. I will".
Well, BB, you did not put it in writing,
I honestly believe you were sincere.
I did not know why you said you agreed with it,
When you did not have to.
That was your very first promise
You made to break and hurt me.
That was exactly what had happened.
Everything had gone with the wind,
Every promise you made disappeared in a blink,
Why, BB why? What did I do wrong?
What had happened between us?
Why you could not tell me
What led to our friendship falling apart.
I never expect any thing from you
Except being a good friend.
You hated the governments,
I understood and respected that.
Any way, I sincerely wish you ,
A good health, a happy family
A comfortable life without relying on government funding.
Yeah, go to the under developed country,
Pick a simple but beautiful appearance woman,
With low maintenance, can bear your children,
No Covid-19 vaccination, share your life long passion.
For sure, one day not very far away,
I will forget how to speak and write English,
But you will not be around to help me,
Let along to know about it.
This was not due to geographically distance,
But rather personal preference.
Our friendship was regretedly finished.
Nothing last for ever,
Including my feelings for you.
A certain flair
Sparks the night air
Dark times bring pain
Now once again
Words vanish well
As climate tells
Not much to say
To death's own day
Be wise to know
As feel now shows
A certain change
Lights up odd range
Fate is not late
To close the gate
It is not strange
To fumble change
A rough ride here
Now voids good cheer
Why and how bring
A dying fling
In the blur strain
Death kills the pain
Leon Enriquez
04 August 2018
Singapore