Best Parted Poems
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Goodness gracious prater comes.
Writing winsome words of woe,
Endlessly stopping, never to go.
Whiling away the endless hours;
Scribbling sigils, clawing, I cower.
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Goodness gracious prater comes.
Envy those not thus engaged.
Envy the prattle on the page;
Stroked, petted, tilled and hoed;
Fields ‘pon fields, rows ‘pon row.
Oh how sad, oh how glum,
Frantic fretting, fear comes.
Wading through the endless nights;
Waiting, waiting for the light.
Writing, writing, scratch and scribble;
All this soulless, mindless, drivel.
Writing, writing, writing on;
‘Till the coming of the dawn.
Please keep me from falling
I’m a hair on your head.
Don’t leave me some morning
All alone on our bed.
Don't let me be parted
Or removed from my roots.
Please keep me from falling
To be trampled by boots.
Don’t take me out swimming
But left floating behind.
Gargling in a pool drain
I would find most unkind.
If I should live to be
Your last hair when you're dead
I’ll drop in the coffin
To curl up by your head.
Sweet the taste of parted lips
Sweet the taste of parted lips
sipped gently from the vine
Droplets of sensation fill
this cup your precious wine
Take this weary minstrel
to the lyrics of your song
Drape me with your beauty
as we lie here all night long
Lead me unto valleys drenched
in wishes formed to trace
Showing every pleasure
as it flows upon your face
Slowly guiding down below
this aching sunset gleam
Saturated quivers
wading softly in the stream
Whispering affections
harmonize with satin skin
Woven fingers longing
for the moment to begin
Clutching tight the passion
as a sighing river flows
Darkness pleading deeper
where a crescent moonbeam glows
Bound of every ecstasy
the hour does fulfill
Spread amongst the evergreens
midst autumn breezes still
Echoes of desire waft
between your heart and mine
Sweet the taste of parted lips
sipped gently from the vine
Good night Soupers
Have a nice weekend
I slipped on a fry and hurt my back
Sue Burger King! said my lawyer Jack
I asked for big bucks
But Jack kinda sucks
Now I carry my stuff in a sack
Why are we parted ?
without saying farewell
moved on and..
left each other..
tears ,sighs everywhere ..
half-broken hearted I'm
half-broken hearted you..may be ..
my days are passing by as quite as your lips
weary nights are all alone..
like a moon lives alone among throbbing stars..
you looked into my soul and one day you promised
that we'll be never apart ..
there was a spell -bound between you and me
unheard ..unspoken
we had to move on together ..forever
but Alas !! we broke all promises
you tore my heart ..
and set it on fire .
why are we parted now?
were we just decepting each-other ?
were our hearts lying my dear ?
Now I ask my heart ..
can I forget the moments ?
we shared together
spent together
laughed together ..
cried together ..
And I find my heart silent
it's just drowning in sorrow day by day
Ask your heart my dear ..
what it whispers to you ?
can you forget all those moments ?
we shared together ..
spent together ..
Can you forget my dear ?
can you forget "ME "my dear ?
just ask your heart !!
just ask your heart !!!
We never need a special day
To bring you to our mind,
For days without a thought of you,
Are very hard to find.
We cannot send a birthday card,
Your hand we cannot touch,
But God will take our greetings
To the one we love so much
Thinking of you on your birthday,
With sadness in our hearts,
For a very special someone,
From whom we had to part
Happy Birthday Blondie
We all talk of you still,
We certainly haven't forgotten you
And I doubt we ever will
Xx Much Love xX
We started off friends
There was something more
We knew better then to open that door
Came so close just a breath away
We knew if it was meant it would happen
Just not that day
And now you live so far away
O the ways we used to play
Makes me miss the good ol days
But the good days are now not then
We can hardly remember when
You love her and I love him
Will we ever commit that sin
Taste each others salty skin
Will the temptation ever win
Back then was a trying time
Both in your life and in mine
Our paths seperated on a dime
We kept on living knowing we would be fine
Now questions come up and get me thinking
Since we parted are we sinking
If we met up now after years gone by
Would we still tingle deep inside
Could you then look me in the eyes
Even though she is to be your bride
Will there be feelings we must deny
Cause I too am with another guy
I cant help but wonder why
So many things in life can make you cry
All I can do is look to the sky
And ask my questions till the day I die
thundrous drums pierce
the misted murk of ocean's ceiling
my roof shudders -
veins flush
danger lurks
trembling aboveness
expands
flashes fierce -
..
might this day be doomed?
death sentence
writ in iron
drip
dripping colour
into
a strange
diluted
drift
cutting
its equine teeth
as they race
the lunar wherewithal
..
what eyes that are,
close
yet.. wait..
sweet now near comes
light strikes the dark
a saline womb's elasticity..
within the shell of me
pearl lies
glist
glistening
to the music of waves..
symphonic flash of flittering fins
verdant bed bears me down..
curves green
to pale creation..
moans from where a scene squirms
actions left.. right..
body rises
falls.. twists..
rises..
gasps.. gasps
again..
a push.. moan..
light..
closing of eyes
weeping wet
corners crinkled with
silent laughter
and fear, always
fear
..
am neither beast nor woman
neither gem nor flaw, but
patient as purity..
in the calm of yet to come
my breath is held
til above me
more light
more movement
less noise..
horizon has parted its lips
to life.. true life -
to exhale dreams come true..
..
thundrous drums pierce
the misted murk of ocean's ceiling
my roof shudders -
veins flush
danger lurks
trembling aboveness
expands
flashes fierce .. ..
Each time we part, I see your eyes
Frozen in a silent glance
If traces I were to be blessed
I would adore how well we mingle
The moon seems frozen in her guilt
The world dark in her awaking
Faded all are parts of joy,
When winds blow shrill in their voices
The pain of passion is dejection
Of being together is a fear to part
And give me not the sick some gaze
They dull my nights to sleep forecast.
Hello! The earth echoes my ears
The pain in same amount or more
And I have read in no men’s prose
A line of bliss apart from tears
For on and on I loved to live
But where is life a part of joy?
When things of mine exchange with yours
And fairly does all fade away
So shall we both, you and me
Exchange our soul and disappear
Apart, alone and both away
You from me and I from you.
I was afraid if we parted
On both sides of yes and no,
Dreams, will rob from me.
Something there,
Happened to me,
Sad stream from somnolence shook me,
So I got up, flick every interpretation,
Comes to me, shimmering in - No
Over my pillow
Listen to the pulse bombing,
How it's destroying me,
There is a difference,
Between what was touching you
And what was touching me
These long evenings
Got off and poured a bitter taste
From this the – Yes
It's enough for you the tears; sharing my shrine.
It's enough for me the regret; sharing your shrine
Parted petal from flower’s bloom
Drifts in breeze of last summer’s dream.
Lost without hope in distant shore’s gloom.
Love now drowns in depths of sea's stream.
death
does not
own me
nor
thy shadow
this grave
thus
we parted
our ways
We broke up at sunset,
under the wailing cry of a baby jet paddling through the evening sky.
We admired the leaking light,
our twin shadows retreating
into the lustreless night.
We're finished.
We'd diminished.
The sun, parting from the day,
stole its radiant light—
and love, too,
fell into decadent blight.
The last minute-mile of us was a story,
not of morning-glory ecstasy,
but of whispered goodbyes,
painfully polite,
spoken under fading light.
The tightrope she tip-toed
between a lovers heaven
and fathers hell.
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Would he stand in a streetlight spotlight
bathed in neon pollen,
while she crept from her prison
hoping those old hinges
would not scream her passing.
High-heeled hobbling
along a road with many dangerous curves,
her only protection
a thin coating of trust
and a glow of expectation.
What girl is not a woman
in innocent shroud,
peeping through crochet
with naïve eyes
and raw illusions,
while wide-boys wait
for the song of a maidens hym(e)n,
knowing love bite crimes fade
in dawn chorus,
and her pillow
is all that will share her tears,
her sheets soiled
with little-girl-lost smears.
Hands of God Above
Reminging us of His love
Parted the clouds, light