Best Unrequited Poems
Wandering my maze of memories
In search of yesteryear
The spark she struck within my heart
Still burns in spite of tears
Hand in hand we walked the halls
Young love boldly displayed
The classes we shared
The moments we snared
Our two hearts swept away
That Saturday picnic in the spring
'Neath the canopy of juniper trees
Our first forbidden lovers' touch
No other eyes could see
Innocence lost in a tender embrace
For us there was no doubt
Time stood still the fire burned hot
The breeze could not put out
It must have angered the powers that be
Our love was unrequited
A storm blew in the rain put out
The flame which we'd ignited
Our love was blind
Fate was unkind
A love not meant to be
That memory branded in my mind
How cruel love was to me
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Unrequited
The things i think about,
never settle below
they float instead
and fester inside
as I pluck your name in the air
a sacred memory folds over
foaming layers, floating vapors
Creating a chill and then a stupor
the last draw of my breath
I slipped again, I stripped
you tripped in the end
Even if you stay in your lane
But you’re driving insane
so much distance between two cars
its impossible to hear
Muffled by the wind, carried away the fear
I tried to speak, but the sound
Never carried over
It rises an ache in my throat
nerves are calmed, noise is stifled
legs are stiffened, feet planted
hands firmly gripped
elbows abutted
in a world prone to forget
my memory stays etched
in your fractured mind
my taste stayed on the lips
of the one I've left behind
a fleeting moment
Betrayed by lust unveiled the trust
between the blinks of my eye
You remain a distant memory
The pain has abated
the speed is indeed fleeting
Forgotten with the past
in the throes between two fires
the faded lines, the dying embers
Looms over like the sun
So I say, you cannot stay
Isn’t that off-putting?
A broken soul
With a spirit so agile
My body so fragile,
with just one touch,
you peel my layers
like the sprouting weeds
between the pavement
the truth wants to be known
My touch so brief,
and yet it lingered
Overstayed its welcome
And in the horizon
It stretched, it lagged on
And with your imagination
My skin rubbed raw,
My voice cracked, I cringed
I become unhinged
My heart will always be disquieted
Your love forever unrequited
Unrequited Love And Sad Nightly Calls
Wherein solitude, shades long day's travails
my desire for your true love yet remains.
Nights arrive, I battle through living Hells
death knocking loud with heartbreaking pains!
O' that your deep sorrows, you had not found,
into your private island had not fled.
Now, I am buried in unholy ground (*suicide*)
each night a pale ghost rising from the dead!
Yet I struggle, in haste to fly to you
with ghostly arms, begging you to follow.
You heard sad moaning voice, asking not who
your refusals, bitter pills to swallow!
O' that I had lived and gave you my all.
You would love me, not hear such nightly calls.
R.J. Lindley,
August 7th, 1975
Sonnet on (Death, Unrequited Love and Suicide)
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Love is a word, too easily used
A mental state that's oft confused
No warning shot does Cupid let fly
Before his arrow strikes the bullseye.
It's thought Love spreads as a wildfire,
heated flames of uncontrolled desire.
It left behind a heart that was torched,
Wounded as if it had been scorched.
For admitted poems, there is no ill will
though uncomfortable as winter's chill
for contentment I've found on my own
No paramour do I seek nor do I condone
No longer a reason for a swain to linger.
Nor lyrics sung by a balcony singer
There's nothing I want that I don't have
Nor in need of ointment or healing salve
From a precipice no one should dare leap,
Fall from a steed, nor lose a night of sleep
Nor tumble further down into an abyss
while waiting for that unwanted kiss
Realize when it's time to just walk away,
Hold emotions you continue to display
No words of unrequited love written
will change a heart that is not smitten.
As bitter as these simple lines may sound,
It's an honest attempt to be honor bound
to reflect on love's hope, thus conceived
but not returned, so don't be deceived.
Move on to other flowers without regret
One who'll receive the honeybee and yet
accept the offer of love and have it returned
by one for which your destiny has yearned
The love I felt exists no more
I can’t believe we’re no more
Darling how can this even be
Don’t you even care and see
I sleep at night in such hopeless torment
My soul inside crying tears of sad lament
I once felt at the very pinnacle of my life
Now I hang my head only in fear and strife
The feeling, passion, and warmth are now all gone
We had such fun in love and life, now that’s gone
My hopes and emotions are awash in this strife
My desires and dreams are gone now in my life
I gave you all my love Darling straight from my heart
And you returned nothing Darling from the very start
My soul now cries so sadly in a most horrible hellish fire
Knowing my love remains unrequited and my soul on fire
The love I felt exists no more
I can’t believe we’re no more
Darling how can this even be
Don’t you even care and see
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 1, 2014 (Rhymed Lyric)
Do you still love me?
You asked as we spooned in the night.
I will always love you, I replied.
Again you asked,
Do you still love me?
And again my reply,
I will always love you,
...comforted by the feelings aroused by the chant.
More than a cry for love; more than a promise
An incanted mantra, an affirmation, a prayer
A reassuring echo to your heart’s ping
A shared moment of truth…
…or only a truth in the moment, a moment passed.
We don’t hold each other in the night any more,
for that was a decade ago…in this life.
And yet, here in my heart the echo continues,
...still answering the now silent ping.
In moment after moment of an eternal unshared truth,
I will always love you.
Why did everything had to happen this way?
Why do I still think of it? It's over anyway.
Of your heart, I always wanted to be a part.
Unrequited, fallen to the ground, is my heart shattered apart.
One might be strong to collect those pieces fallen.
But to join them again who would self embolden?
For they know, its shape it would ultimately retain,
But exposing its scars, its marks would always remain.
Worst pain you would suffer, still more you would have to pay.
For death is worst some may say .
But it's not, when embraced everyday.
When often thinking of times past
In accordance to her own place
She recalled a heart broken young woman
With longing her pain to erase
Guys grow fond of her demeanor
Going so far as to follow her around
Yet without a doubt she controls her heart
And departs them safe and sound
She never strays from her values and ways
From actions she continues to refrain
And when boys spend time in her company
For her, it is merely to entertain
Childish ways once embedded naturally
Inside her innocent mind
Have soon dissipated into the land of dreams
And reality she’s come to find
So many times she’s feared the day
When one young soul she shall meet
He’ll speak foreign truth she’s never heard
And sweep her off her feet
Hesitant to become transparent
She often hid her anticipation
And did so well for the initial encounters
Although with great frustration
No one seemed to understand her like this one
For in such a short amount of time
She questioned what her motives were
As her affection seemed to climb
Attempts to stray from him failed miserably
And in fact seemed to attract her more so
Each departure she vowed was the last
Yet her endearment continued to grow
Left in a quandary
She allows him to speak his peace
She soon understands his wishes for them
Are from each other to release
Now, rational a thinker she may be
She desires his wishes as well
But something leads her to believe
They both know this attempt will fail
She’s scared to read too much into this
In fear that feelings are unrequited
For only God can deem what’s to be true
And who shall be united
So, idly she and her soul await
For sign of returned desire
Yet, until that day she will attempt no more
And to her chambers simply retire
Wandering my maze of memories
In search of yesteryear
The spark she struck within my heart
Still burns in spite of tears
Hand in hand we walked the halls
Young love boldly displayed
The classes we shared
The moments we snared
Our two hearts swept away
That Saturday picnic in the spring
'Neath the canopy of juniper trees
Our first forbidden lovers' touch
No other eyes could see
Innocence lost in a tender embrace
For us there was no doubt
Time stood still the fire burned hot
The breeze could not put out
It must have angered the powers that be
Our love was unrequited
A storm blew in the rain put out
The flame which we'd ignited
Our love was blind
Fate was unkind
A love not meant to be
That memory branded in my mind
How cruel love was to me
_____________________________
How cruel love was to me
A future I could not see
My heart so tender and true
Would heal but forever be blue
As days turned into years
More dreams would drown in tears
How little did I know, how quick love turns cold
So elusive and hard to hold
Yet over and over again
Sparks would ignite in the wind
Flames would rise and fall
The rains, drenching them all
Each time a lesson was learned
Leave scars from all of the burns
Then fate would intervene
Two hearts would once again dream
I felt the wind in my face
It was time for love's final disgrace
Then all of my love was gone
I was left all on my own
I would not try again
Because love is not my friend
Just spend my time at ease
With my maze of sad memories
by Daniel Turner
He did not love her, yet she adored him.
For the naive soul who fell all alone,
Ablaze with a fiery yearn for him,
Her Fondness met with a heart of cold stone.
Wept as the fire died, saw embers of him.
The embers burnt black, and she became scarred.
Discovered merely hatred within him,
The truth was unveiled and her heart was charred.
To be lonely in love is to suffer,
No solace in solitude it is grim,
Dreams are lonely with only one owner,
She wants to share her dream of love with him.
To love him, to love you, is all I ask
Let my heart find peace and remove my mask.
A million whispered moments pass
as I watch you glide through the crowd,
your measured steps so gracefully danced,
a coy kiss placed upon my cheek,
as you spin in place with each movement.
But it's just another whispered moment,
one in a million, lost in a breath.
A love from a distance, from another place.
You don't even know me.
Upon your chest, I lay my head,
your beating heart sings poetry,
my eyes upon your moving lips
as hushed breath hints rumors of you and me.
It's just another moment.
And it's just another whispered moment,
one in a million, lost in a breath.
A love from a distance, from another place.
You don't even know me.
I can't go on living this dream
I'd give my life if you could just see me.
But it's just another whispered moment,
one in a million, lost in a breath.
You don't even know me.
As the crowd thins, you move away,
like a mist that fills me you simply fade,
leaving me to await another day.
The moments passed yet you linger on
to haunt me.
And it's just another whispered moment,
one in a million, lost in a breath.
I can't go on living this dream
I'd give my life if you could just see me.
But it's just another whispered moment,
one in a million, lost in a breath.
A love from a distance, from another place.
You don't even know me.
09/22/2019
If love is...
feeling unloved,
anxious and starved,
give my regards
Does the torment of love's hate
eliminate pain?
If love is trembling lips
and sultry eyes, upon them
everlasting cries,
Charcoal tears that pour
What answers are there
for these unwanted sores?
Binding spells of
the unforgiving way swells
She the accuser shames
with her bitter blame
Aging with, until the bitter end
Accusing of his unrequited love
Awaits for his apologies
with a scorn, torn in self-pity
Nothing gained, nothing learned
Yearn, yearn, yearn
Self-loathing is apparent
Possibly inherent
Therefore, never really knowing
love and its understanding
and had mistaken it
enamored in its--lustful cradle
When the soul still yearns,
The chaos in her heart burns,
lonely is desire
While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin.
Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions?
Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.
My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.
Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.
Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.
Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.
How can I sever wolf-waves from the selfish sea?
I ache to cut the rogue from the relentless flow
his crest —swelled in high rise on testosterone tide—
swindles my tease to tame his blue Neptune flame
mocking my sun dried bed with unruly despise
he rides a white steed in petulant power with the moon
I am the passive strand of sand longing for his rhythm
oh timpani thunder roll in roll over me my skin awaits
taunt of aerated fate I await with serrated silence
stranded by him… I await… as inconsequential
as an oyster without a pearl
as a pearl unfulfilled without a knotted strand
I am the beach exposed at the lowest ebb
my eyes not sand-blind when cherry sun colors him red
and fuels his restless quest for honeypot conquests
to consummate sunset with supple skies far from home
and conjugate with sugar-shores not his own
my protests to his stray-sprees lay like loose scree
lure-lyrics litter air but then die a pale chitter in his ear
fruited gripes broken in breakers re-rhymed into pulp
summer-sweet to his palate as beach plum wine—
whine in the grind of my grain soundproofed by his kiss
where is his echo to my thirsty plea of love
when he’s the romeo sea and I’m the sand seduced
who exists in recline to absorb his homecoming
while beach-grass-bending-wind
whips my voice away from my throatless soul?
my resist drowns in liquid grooves of his Aquarian drum beat—
spume churned in our surf zone becomes spindrift in wind
echoes of the silent shore echo in me alone