Best Same Old Story Poems
I’ve had my heart broken many times before;
Been beaten down and battered – trodden into the ground
Men have called me names, have shattered my fragile ego
It’s happened so often I no longer feel anything but dull resignation
I am used to being treated like dirt you see;
Like a body without a soul..
But God, I didn’t expect it to happen this time –
I really thought that you were different
You, with your soft eyes and revolutionary tastes
I thought there would be none of the usual mind games and manipulation
Just the comfort of two kindred spirits bound in nocturnal naivete
Gently fumbling for each other in the dark...
I thought that you might be kinder
With a diamond heart to offset your black hair
And that stained and baggy band shirt
But of course dreams don’t come true – and if they do they’re skewed
Like every other man you turned your back on me
And threw me out into the cold wastes of solitude,
The rejection stamp bold and livid upon my marble brow
And babe, heartless to the core, you didn’t even say goodbye...
Just muttered false promises into the suffocating dark
Giving me false hope that this could be something more...
Huh – I should have seen the poisonous lies dripping from your forked tongue
But hindsight is always twenty/twenty they say –
And I wish I had never laid my poor adoring eyes on you
The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another
Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train
His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er will be.
The moment luncheon's over,
It's time to start high-tea.
Gulch-Mammon's teeth are millstones
Whose grindings rarely cease.
His slightest indigestion
Is menace to our peace.
And every time he sneezes,
Things worsen, though they're bad,
And every time he belches,
The Richter Scale goes mad.
Perchance he bored with eating,
He starts to smoke and fume.
You'll always know his whereabouts.
Just watch out for his plume.
His home is just palatial,
For gold is everywhere.
His rest-room seat is golden,
A thing most choice and rare.
No one knows for certain,
The income that he draws.
Whatever you are making,
It's vastly more than yours.
There on his vast plantations,
Some kine are thin, some fat,
And many laws and statutes
Did little to change that.
Are Jack and George just sleeping,
Or are they in his pay?
Whoso may know the answer
Seems disinclined to say.
Tradition rules all
The ways of society
Change, nowhere in sight
same old story as ever told before
girl meet boy they fall in love
two months later shes with his buddy harry
hasnt this tale been told enough
wreckless smiles cloud a misty hallway
as our hero walks into her deadly trap
chained to a cross as she taunts him with his best friend
as the ground crumbles beneath his feet
mother please will you wake me from this nightmare
lock me away far far from here
dreams become useless at a certain distance
like a crosshair on a gun
same old story as ever told before
girl meet boy they fall in love
two months later shes with his buddy harry
hasnt this tale been told enough
just the same old story
just the same old story
When Linda Hand met Peter Hyde
Friends believed she would be his bride
Without any dough
Love melted like snow
And then - brokenhearted - they died.
Ebony took her jack-o-lantern and sat on Cauldron Hill.
She was Old McWee’s familiar, so she knew she could be still.
The silence of the night boded well for the Eve of Halloween.
Ebony’s magical powers assured her she would not be easily seen.
The wind was just strong enough to flicker Jack’s candle a bit.
Ebony watched a wolf pack go by, she held on to her sit.
The leader of the pack did not sense her, but his wife was fey
She turned and smiled her teeth at her as he led the pack away.
In the distance Ebony could sense the children getting ready for bed.
Among statutes of ghosts and witches, and some devils of an ugly red.
Jack-o-lanterns flickering. Their moms came in for a good night kiss.
Old McWee came toward Ebony and asked “What did I miss?”
Same ole story, Ebony said. Like every Halloween from 1933.
They are singing the same tunes, running the same direction, you see.
There are some new cartoon costumes, of which I am not aware.
But it is the Eve of Halloween, so there is still magic in the air!
Everyone, surely knows,
after the war,
over the lost blood will the peace be restored
even though it is an enormous pain
it will be shown a great reward and gain
This is the same old story with a few new tears
We've all heard it before so who cares?
We've all been here so this isn't new
This is the same old story but with new tears
We've all been here before But I still feel like I'm the only one
Give your all to a girl and she leaves you the lonely one
Wish I didn't give my all to this girl who couldn't even give half back
All of my future loves will have to accept that I come with scars attached
I used to blame myself for falling short
Until I realised I was chasing someone who didn't want to be caught
I was forced to let go of what I wanted to hold most
I thought we were on the same page but I guess I didn't understand what was wrote
No one understands love more than someone who lost it
Put my heart in the hands of a girl who squashed it
No such thing as the perfect words if the person doesn't want to hear them
I made a mistake and broke myself by trying to repair them
Even my worst nightmares couldn't imagine this
That I'd be stabbed in the back with the same sword I slayed the dragon with
By the very girl I fought to save
Now everytime I hear her name I feel the impact of the blade
I'll repair my broken pieces and come back stronger and better
Starting to realise I deserved better that's why I didn't measure
I'll overcome the tears, Heartbreak and accept the ending
This was the same old story, but now it's time for my new beginning
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/other_one_and_a_half_percent_of_the_time_1419322
Wonder why her comments function is turned off.
This seems to be same old story about a lot of things