Jilted Poems - Poems about Jilted

Black umbrella full of blue rain Disenchanted fella jilted Bella Red heavy hearts full of pink pain Not going to be together no forever Is it better to have Lily loved and lost To feel like a flower basking in the sun Only to to have your everything tossed Reduced dismissed back to lonely one It is if you are a reminiscing romantic Who...

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a shiver in the night beckons at the moon yet never an answer in the wind slowly most insipidly a silence takes over from within reaches deep leaving its touch of bitterness while drop by drop a poisoned dart tears scratching at the skin till there it is gone the smile the joy the warmth that's just a memory AP: Honorable Mention 2024 Posted on September 28,...

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sunflower shoulder colder than a shadow cast~ weep the seeds you sow...

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JILTED He stood there at the altar, The best man by his side, Awaiting the arrival Of his beautiful, blushing bride. The vicar was getting anxious: They should have started at four. The organist extemporised, Until she appeared at the door. An usher kept a lookout For the bridal limousine But came back in and told them It was nowhere to be seen At five o’clock they...

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Absolute happiest hive was wuzzing and buzzing The cousins are coming whispered our queen bee Luzzing She rarely gets this excited, knowing her duty to the crown. We were all polishing her honey combs, sideways without a frown. The cousins did not come often, being from Nebraska and all. Last time they were here I had been smitten with my...

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I give you your first flower Before all your lovers send them by the hour. Receive my flower. Soft and brittle But how mighty its power! Let it move in you when times and sweet, and when sour. I picked it from my lover. So here's your first flower....

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If love was just a picture, Then the frame would be the heart. Those who waited in faith and patience, Remained recluse in love. Love is the little hope that one's wants, But deserts in times of needs... Abandoned by true love is the misery of reality, As only those who went through knows the opium of...

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Background backhand Backdrop backbite Pathway railways Take-off target Farfetch courage Tell tail junk mail Distant lover Under cover Up start breaks heart Jilted lover Under cover 0/23/21 Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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So much for the lady from Toledo She had oodles of available dough She slipped quietly away One beautiful spring-like day And, I hear she has another poor beau. written June 14, 2021...

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-The Jilted Seeks Again- When my fortunes tilted, I was by my winsome love jilted. And my heart heavily bled; Happiness and half my life fled- Dolefully, I cooed like a dove. But after a spell so long, I hear echoes of an inner love song, And on another quest Will I venture and knock as guest On the bolted door of Love. My bodily inclinations...

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Got dumped, his first His love, cursed...ouch! Her thirst, unquenched Any Theme Than-Bauk Poetry Contest Sponsored by charles messina (Winner: 1st Place) Date written and posted: 01/28/2019...

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A better critic than writer… Your tongue sharpens, as your pen hacks Bastardized on the altar of cold description Disavowed by the jilted Muse, —ink bleeding red (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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So don’t let those other guys get you down How could we not beat the hippie and witch? She’s a criminal; he’s a goofy clown But we can’t beat the Donald, here’s the sitch: Standing at the altar, first five, now three Awaiting the voters to be their groom Casting anxious looks toward the entry But with a s-Trump-et, the groom left...

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Dear Phillip, You took my heart, Threw it out on the floor, And them jumped up and down on it… In track shoes, no less. At least, that’s what it felt like at the time. You are shower scum. No, pond scum – that’s much, much worse. If I think of something worse later, I’ll just scratch that out and add something else. And...

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