Sad Crush Poems | Examples
These Sad Crush poems are examples of Crush poems about Sad. These are the best examples of Crush Sad poems written by international poets.
All around my house,
All around my heart,
Flowers grow again
As we grow apart.
Don’t know how to start
Letters with no end
That I wrote from heart
Back to you, my friend.
Words seem posh and dull,
But I try once more -
Under cries of gulls
Weeds are overgrown.
In my country-yard,
Where the roses bloomed,
God knows it’s so hard
But I know we’re doomed.
Hang ups,
I’ve got plenty of those
Like a phone with
too many busy signals,
I couldn’t get through to you.
I think the number you gave me was out of service.
You said, “Dial me up”
but the damn phone was a push button.
I called long distance,
the operator said
“Put another quarter in.”
Sadly I only had one thin dime. I wonder if I should have called collect?
All along you had my number. You could have,
given me a ring. After-all I was the marrying kind.
It seems my dial tone was slightly out of tune??
I scratched your number out of my little black book. It was time to find another connection.
I could say I don’t remember you, but that would be a lie.
You are the crush that never made it to speed dial.
“Who is it about?”
You. It’s always been you. For months. Worth more than gold, weighing less than mud are my thoughts. Months of downplaying, cast aside, thrown to the pigs. You. It always came back to you. With your silky hair, long and dark. Soft to the touch, like one would imagine a cloud's. Your eyes, dark as midnight, calming to any heart or panicking mind. Midnight eyes, sparkling in the starlight. Capturing one’s vision and not letting go. You captured my vision, my mind, and my heart, and you don’t seem to want to let go. Your smile that lights up my whole world. Fireworks go off every time I see you smile. One thought burned through my brain: Why is it you? I have always gotten over it. You’re just different. Fear courses through my veins every time I see you. Fear that I will hear your voice. Fear that I won’t. I cannot tell which would be worse. Fear that you’ll see her. Fear that you won’t see me. Except that you never do. You’ve never truly seen me. You see her, you only care about her. I’ve never been more than a complement to her existence in your eyes. Go ahead and ask, “Who is it about?” Your answer will always be, with no hesitation… Nobody.
shield me from the world, my beautiful curtain,
shield me from prying eyes
shield me from the horrors of this universe,
and all their pretty lies.
the world sees how beautiful you are, my curtain,
they see how much i adore you.
they see your worth within your piece of cloth,
of flowers and textures through and through.
yet they don’t know the mess you hide inside,
they do not know the privacy you set apart.
you shield me from the world, my curtain,
but please do not shield me from your heart.
the world may just see your pretty patterns and colours,
but i want to see the home you made.
i want to see the beauty of the house that you built,
and the memories that you and i create.
You’re still here
But not physically
although you appear constantly
You’re the wish I make on stars on the long dark nights without you
You’re the candles on my cake I blow out as I wished our firefly loved still burned
You’re the wishbone pulled form the turkey I never ate to thin myself out so you’d stay
You’re the fallen eyelash from my eyes,
the same eyes that cried rivers so the idea of us would stay afloat.
You’re everywhere as every wish in every second of everyday
But no amount of wishing and hoping would ever make you stay
I met her at a place I dine
along a lonesome road
I tried to think of a pick-up line
I went into clever mode.
But they've taken all the pick-up lines
I didn't want to offend a date
Should I buy her, her choice of wines?
I spent ten minutes in that debate.
Then I asked her if her name was Google, because she was what I was searching for
She said, "I heard that one, it makes me snore."
I said, "how was heaven when you left it?" she said "they've tried that one too:
Why don't you get lost and leave me to my brew."
I could not give up, her beauty gave me a thrill
I tried a different tack, showed a thousand-dollar bill
I said, "how can I plan our wedding if I don't even have your number?"
Her eyes flashed; she picked up a piece of lumber.
the bartender saw me plead
He came forward to intercede
She said "he's hitting on me, but lumber can hit too:
And as for this bar, I could sue."
So I left her in the bar
I felt so sad and old
With the wrong line you can't get far
I guess I had to fold
So I married Mary Lou instead
Though she watches reruns of "Daffy Duck."
Better to take what you can get
it's not always smart to push your luck.
Today is 24/7/2024.
Just like a pattern.
Every month it repeatedly happens.
This is the sixth time already.
Will it stop at your favorite number?
Please, no more of this.
Also just realized something weir.
I played and sang the songs which loved by A, B & C (me).
A loved and sang the songs only in his language.
B loves one Asian song which was sung by the person he had crush on.
I loved the song which was sung by E.P. who was not my favorite.
What a discovery of people's personalities.
Quite different but all the same.
It revolves love and music.
Now, I understand what he meant "marriage is a transaction".
No. To me it should be full of affections.
How can I be comfortable if I have to constantly,
Reminding myself what to say and/or not to do.
That was too exhausting and too controlling.
You don't text me anymore.
I don't blame you.
I gave you my number, but didn't save yours too.
You didn't wish me a happy New Year.
No fault of yours; I hold no fear.
I waited for a text, but stared at the blue,
Wondering why, but knowing what to do.
You don't text me anymore.
It's something I can't get out of my mind.
I told you I had a child;
you took it as something so mild.
You don't text me anymore.
It's sad but true:
you wanted everything I couldn't give you.
You don't text me anymore.
In silence, I grieve
because we had so much in common.
We could have been besties.
It can't be called "temptation" if you don't give in.
Telling me about every horrible thing
you've ever seen
I fell for your poetry,
but not you.
I thought I made that obvious;
unfortunately, you never had the slightest clue.
I'm not mad, but glad
that I got a chance to meet someone like you.
And I hope you'll realize that soon.
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I help you with your assignments?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I get mad over you for silly reasons?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I want to bully you and enjoy it?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I get possessive when you have a conversation with others?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why your sadness makes me sad?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why your happiness makes me happy?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I feel happy when you approach me?
Yeah, I don't like you!
Is that why I always want to be there for u?
Now let me ask you
Do I really don't like you?
I am in love with the idea of
You- the vessel in which I project my dreams, my desires, my design, though
It could never compare to the beauty of your originality, the perfection of
Your natural self, raw and flawed and messy as it may be.
I find beauty in the most mundane parts of
You- the way your nose wrinkles when you laugh.
Every freckle, every stray piece of hair, every birthmark,
Your stance and pose, your undeniable presence- I could sense you anywhere.
I find fleeting joy in my fantasies of
You- in simplicities of holding your hand, laughing with you, eating dinner
In the home that we built in my mind,
Yours of which I am never even a visitor.
I am in love with the idea of
You- but you are not an idea, a projection, a presence, a fantasy,
A blank canvas for me to paint, a block of marble for me to shape,
You were never mine in the first place.
I feel my heart beat, but it feels like it bleeds, Filled with disease, in search of he.
With each blood drop that leaks, He falls further from me.
While he knows nothing about me, I'm still sure he'll marry me.
My mind might be in delusion, But my love hasn't been disputed.
The sight of deep sea blue
Has me contracted to you.
Though I bleed for you,
The thought of having you is sunshine blue.
And until you have disputed The love that my heart seeps, It'll still leak underneath.
Though we are apart,
My heart will never depart,
For it's you that it longs and belongs.
I am not ashamed, For it's you that I claim.
You, I cannot name,
But I am afraid
That you might turn me away.
Still, I'll keep loving you the same.
Lines by er haider khan
Raton Main Bath Ke sewera Kyon Lagta Hai Mujhe?
Tanhai mein beth ke Andhera Kyon Lagta Hai Mujhe?
suna Hai ki woh Kisi aur Shehar Gayi Hai Haider,
suna Hai ki woh Kisi aur Shehar Gayi Hai Haider,
Jaate Jaate Usne kyun na Bhula Diya mujhe.
I feel love when I think of you.
When I think of love, I feel you.
Your gaze is comfortable, but I couldn't bear meeting it.
You make me believe I can find home in a stranger.
You do everything that I mean for you to do.
You are everything I meant you to be.
Thoughts of you make my other ones fade away.
I don't care what I look like to anyone else but you.
I smile at myself.
I smile at those small moments.
One-sided stories of us are filed into my memory.
I soak in the fleeting air of possibility that fills these dreams.
You exist as my one and only.
But to you, I don't exist.
It's heartrending to lose a spouse
A very special woman who shares the house
With your body, your heart and your soul
It's very hard to feel losing your whole
Your being, everything you have
It's utterly sad and strange to feel that five
Of your best fingers are cut and numb
It's inconceivable to feel lost and dumb
For quite a while. Losing a darling spouse
Is like being swamped in a toxic niche
Full of bees and ants. A greedy leech
Has sucked up your blood and your mind
And your brain is not feeling too kind
It's painful to lose a wonderful spouse
Your world has turned upside down
You cannot smile. You cannot frown
Everything is different, even your house
Tears are flowing like a river in the summer
You feel hopeless and helpless. And it's somber.
Copyright © February 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
I don’t speak, I write.
I don’t bark, I bite.
Though I don't meet your gaze,
You're in my mind all of my days.
Notes I send each night,
Is your response to my delight?
You make me think, oh babe,
Is this a game you've played?
Was it me, or was it not?
Thought it was me, but it's not.
Your actions, they confuse,
Why treat me special if I'm not the muse?
How long should I guess,
Should I write and confess?
Can't even meet your eyes, how can I hear your lies,
Oh boy, was it me in disguise?
Make the first move, can you?
I can't, but I might respond to you.
Who wouldn't want to be pursued,
By someone they've treasured and valued?