I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore,
How can I forget what never died?
I search for you where the lost hopes hide,
A glance from you—my heart beats once more,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
Among the crowd, where echoes collide,
Yet only your silence cuts to the core,
How can I forget what never died?
My heart still follows, though fate has denied,
Like a story unwritten, an unopened door,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.
If love was a fire, it would have subsided,
Yet here I stand, still longing for more,
How can I forget what never died?
"If it stays, it’s love,"—I whisper, teary-eyed,
"If it ends, it’s a tale... if it never begins, folklore."
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
How can I forget what never died?
You, a dear friend, a close friendship
It seems forever, like kinship.
When your help I truly needed
My words of help went unheeded
You hurt me when you stayed away
When I was sick. Why, I did pray.
Those that you care about hurts more.
Forgive or it cuts to the core.
Resentment and anger outward,
Embrace forgiveness and move forward.
6/27/2022
Forgiveness Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
A LIMERICK ON NOTED SOUP POETS
Bob Hinshaw, Tom Cunningham, James Edward Lee, Sr., Russell Sivey, Gordon McConnell, Greg Barden, Emile Pinet, Silent One, WingedWarrior, Charles Messina, Gershon Wolf, Richard Lamoureux, Joe Flack, Liam McDaid, Rick Parise, Curtis Johnson, Curtis Futch, Jr., Brian Strand, Don Johnson, Jack Ellison, Roblert Lindley, Timothy McGuire, John Gondolf, Arturo Michael, Edward Ibeh, Kevin Shaw, Harry Horsman, Dr. Ram Mehta
They come from all walks of life
Some from countries filled with strife
They wish to convey
Their life in a way
That cuts to the core like a knife
They write words of wisdom, words that inspire
Words of great mirth, and some words of hell fire
Some poems tell a story
On getting to glory
They truly are poets that we can admire
When you read the words they have written
I feel certain that you will be smitten
You may laugh, or you may cry
You may just chuckle, or only sigh
But what they have written is always fittin'
If your name is not here, please forgive me
The list is inexhaustible, you see
It would take many days
To give everyone praise
And on that, I think you'll agree
Curtis Moorman
7 August 2019
Jamia, we swore it was forever
you and I through time
you and I for always
always true love I thought
Alas, just a figment of a promise
Never promised
heart to the floor
it cuts to the core
destroys me ever so..
Maybe one day...
6/14/19
written by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Jamia, we swore it was forever
you and I through time
you and I for always together
always, true love, I thought so right, so kind
Alas, just a figment of a promise
Never promised
heart to the floor
it cuts to the core
destroys me ever so..alas so sad our break up
Maybe one day...we'll make-up
forever will return
the sworn love and eternal affection now lost now I yearn
6/14/19
written by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
It moves me,
soothes me,
cuts to the core
and pierces
right through me.
Prison of wood.
Bars of strings.
Captured notes.
The canary sings.
Broken hearts burned to ash.
Melodic nuclear winter.
Injustice causing retort.
Revolution's chief dissenter.
Weaver of composers basket
to carry heart's message.
Ballad of a howling wind
mourning a loved one's passage.
Light burst of a sun cloud.
The note of depression's end.
Version audio, a springtime flower.
New life and courage to lend.
Dancing light on the water.
Cheerful bird in flight.
Rising as the morning sun.
Shooting star across the night.
The music flows and bends.
Following the player's will.
Causing my breath to catch.
Making my heart lay still.
Some chords speak of romance.
Others mourn and cry.
Those that delight at dance.
Symphony carried on a high.
Who knew a simple piece of timber
could share something so human?
May the artists' fingers stay limber,
and express all that they can.
-Angel Fatale-
Vexatious destroyer of my soul behold what has been done
Timeless and eternal I cycle through endless days of woe
Into the shadows of chaos I go - seeking, searching and lost
Swiftly your knife slices cleanly in, into my flesh so weak
That blade of kindness cuts to the core
Digging, delving and sore
What’s there to find? Nothing but air -
a hole in need of repair
Such a tattered soul as mine today can hardly take it in
Grasping for hands lovingly sent ethereal mists enshroud
Pain and anguish tear through my being, for what does this portend?
Loss, abandonment, deeper sorrow - punishment for my sin
One more kind word will slay me
As ribbons of flesh lay scattered
Scattered in this world of pain
I need, and hate, and yearn, and cry
A total wreck am I
Tears escape unbidden as endless cycles resume
Diamond in the rough, diamond's beauty framed
Upon hand of the lady loved by man
Lady who wears honor graces her domain
Lady possessed, owned: his games began
Diamond in the rough cuts to the core
Breaking down polished diamond whose surface
Begins to crack becoming his captor
Fed lies, half-truths, manipulated abased
Her confidence destroyed, looking at ring
Too tight like life, at least it sparkles still
Man_diamond in rough, untamed, would be king
Never will be, to dream of change unreal
Life being suffocated or life free
Choices made will life always this be?
Sponsor: Joann Grisetti
Contest: Copy Cat Contest
Author that inspired: Edna St. Vincent Millay
First Line of Poem:
Only the diamond and the diamond's dust
In the book that I have it is untitled
First line of poem used to find the work