Romantic Betrayal Poems

The Haunting of the Moon


She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when...

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If you like the feel of sunlight that is bright,
I have Just the poem for you.

If you would rather stay up all night,
Until the stars...

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Oh La Malinche
A woman of two lands 
In your hands laid the destiny of two lands
The choice was yours to make
To choose which land it...

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The haunting whine of a cello 
A lure then seizure that won't let go

Memories arrested in the chambers of my mind
Still shots of reflections fraught...

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i don’t often come to these corners
where in shadows the past lies 
memories taken from the shelves
dust them off, each one a different root
with connections...

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My Tired And Lost Soul Next This Wise Advice Out It Screams

As harder blown dry winds skulk among oldest granite stones
And the spitting sun flamed...

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In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine,
Second poets tribute series, third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins

Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal
Its bright warmth into...

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A romantic meeting (humor) 


I finally asked the girl in the flower shop
if she wanted to go out with me
say, Saturday night
To my surprise, she...

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Here I am at the crossroads 
Staring blankly at the inky dark sky
Beaten to a pulp and helpless 
By forces of darkness 
Here I am...

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I stumbled last night and today
After a year and 8 months 
It started with Chinese cooking wine
It began with the night's emptiness
Wine becomes bad days...

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She was a woman of beauty and grace
With a heart that longed for a lover's embrace
Her marriage was dull and devoid of desire
But a new...

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Walking in the grass,                     ...

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.......MY LOVE.........
The way my heart is drubbing for you
I am not understanding anguish of love.
I tried to set my eyes on the sky.
But it was...

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...First off it seemed that her husband
had no been an abusive man,
just a nebbish actually,
it was clear she had worn the pants.

She’d married him for...

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Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine...

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