Best Unrequited Love 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 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)
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)
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.
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
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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
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
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 shell 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
and exist 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 drum beat—
spume churned in surf zone… our spindrift in bloom yet
echoes of the silent shore echo in me alone
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
i do not wish to keep observing
but art as captivating as you stays in my mind
at all hours of the day and well into the night
it hurts to breathe when all i think of
are your chiseled edges so smooth they dance in the light,
and the horrifying stillness of your figure,
stuck in time
however, i will face the pain
for i get to watch you thrive in the gentle bursts of sun
that shine only so you may move as you please
you have invaded my mind with your words,
carved before your feet
with meaning given to you by prophets themselves
and yet you stand, blissfully unaware,
of the way those engraved remarks
echo in my ears and fill my lungs with hope
your hair and smile,
that have been blessed by the gods above and
crafted with such a beautiful image in mind,
cause me to dream of a reference,
a muse,
well beyond my mortal understanding
the feeling of your body in my hands
is a hallucination so surreal
that it may as well be as dead as the stars i wish upon
when i ask them to bring you to me
my heart can only break and
weep so many times before it gives up,
but you, my darling, have mended it so many times by presence alone,
that i fear for when you do not wish to see me
but i guess that is something i will never truly have to worry about
i will be long gone,
turned to ash and dust,
and remembered as a fool with a heart of false hope,
by the time your marble bones begin to crumble,
won’t i, darling?
until then i will stop by and visit
till i am confined to my bed
with brittle bones that ache
and skin that tears at a tug
even then, i will see you in my dreams
and in the stars
until then, my darling,
until then.
I
OPEN AS A BLOSSOM
EMBRACED YOU
I
WRAPPED MY MIND
AROUND YOU
WORSHIPED YOU
LIKE A GOD
FELT YOU IN MY BONES
AND BREATHED YOU IN
AT EVERY CHANCE
THEN THE DAY DAWNED
ON ANOTHER LOVE
LEAVING YOUR MYSTERY
LIMP AND DEFEATED
BESTILL THE NIGHT
MY HAPHAZARD DREAM
ENDS AS IT BEGAN.
2000
Not by chance do I find myself
Awake in the dead of night; caught by fright.
The stinging pangs of a grace far from touch.
Are you real? Why such longing?
How and why do you make my heart sing so loud?
God I love you, want you and feel you stir deep within. My dreams tell me so.
I once held you close. Treasured your joy.
Too brief a glimpse of what love should be.
Stinging pangs of desire born from raging fire…
Again I awake with cold knowledge we are not together but wish to return to sleep where I find you. Such dreams are dissipating in their frequency.
No doubt dampened by reality. Smothered by denial. I wait awhile...
Shall I return to thee? Shall I close my eyes and drift again? Such intensity exists so when my eyes close I see more than when open during these bouts of selfish desire. A desire to hold you close and to hear your folly.
These latest dreams alas I know why...glimpses seen when rummaging through keepsakes locked in my mind. Love but a small child, a cap too big for its head. You look beautiful, you always have.
Maybe you belong only in dreams, dreams although less in frequency, burn brighter than ever. I will teach myself to nullify and the morning after? Such numbness of heart will remain and so on...until you find me again when in slumber.
Romeo in exile. Fair Juliet is asleep. In the dead of night must you stay.
Did you ever know how much I love you so. How could you I ask?
I drift again... stroking your hair, I capture your glare, eyes wide shut, less for eternity.
In dreams do you appear through blunted arrow and broken bow. Forgive my musings. A 1000 nights have I awoken suffocated by your bespoke soul and its grip on my innermost fragility. Too tender the soul to tender such flames.
I close my eyes and await the return of you to my arms wherein I hold you tight through this mocked up night.
Haunt me freely for these moments I feel more alive than at any other...
Now I don’t know if I really learned about love
Or if I got to explore what it’s made of
Is it a warm feeling when you hold hands?
And kiss and laugh at each other’s stance
Are there the troubles that seem to last forever?
Because if it works out, you get to live together?
Get married and have babies while still in your teens
You have the rest of the world to explore your means
Is it pain, is it awful? Is it something you want to end?
You’d do it yourself but you don’t want to lose another friend?
Why does it eat at you inside, why it makes you hate yourself?
Why does it make you think there’s something wrong with you?
Why would it make you want to kill yourself?
Is it that sad, is it really that true?
Why do some people say it’s happy times and some say it’s just ****
Why do some people think it’s who they are, and some say it doesn't exist?
Tell me about betty, what was it about Betty?
You said she was smart and slick but really really pretty
You never got to know her but you said she was the perfect girl
Until you saw her with Army, it changed your view of the world
Doing something illegal I think (Wink wink)
But if you brought it up, she’d say you weren’t her shrink
Was that not love though you said it was alright?
You could let her ago until another night
When you saw her again with an older guy
Well why? She didn’t love him either so why try?
So it wasn’t right and you didn’t win, but what about your fling with Jocelyn?
She likes track and field and feels the burn
And when she got wet you saw through her shirt
But that wasn’t sure, ‘cause you didn’t like sports
So love was a no go until Cindy Snow
Wasn’t as fine, maybe a little portly
But sweet as heck and had a nice little Courtney
She was interested and you played with it
But then she said she was a Santanist
You may not have been the holy man
But you couldn’t have that hanging over your head
You wanted to find someone instead
Now when you found it’s over
Had to find one more with Lola
Was a family friend but still real cool
But it was like incest with bended rules
And that was not something to do
So that couldn’t work but it was okay
Because she said she didn’t feel that way anyway
Maybe in another universe, you’re mine.
Our lives are intertwined.
Maybe in another universe, you see all the tears I’ve cried,
all my delusional sleepless nights.
Wondering what would happen if I just told you.
Would you kiss me in the rain and tell me, I'm your one, just me forever;
That you’re done?
Maybe in another universe, you’re my fairytale,
You wait for me as the school bells ring, and slow dance with no music on
You’re my Sunday Kind of Lover and we have a love people wait forever for.
Maybe in another universe, you’re more than just a friend.
Lisa Costanza Waters | June 15, 2024
growing collection
of empty whiskey glasses
unrequited love