Jilted Poems

Daisy Dance

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 can keep a warm fire of hazel hope
Could destiny design in time such fancy
Wounds in your heart to grow gold soul

Like burgundy butterfly before it has wing
And brown bird in sky before it can truly sing
Do you trust the process the making of dream
Follow your path, believe it, work for it, esteem

If you find that life deals you another hand
Play your cards and win at rouge romance
It’s like a conversation before a daisy dance
Enjoy anticipation go with God another chance

Jilted

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

Jilted Tilted

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

Jilted

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 gave up
And everyone filed from the church,
Leaving the groom to ponder
Why he’d been left in the lurch.
But she hadn’t meant to jilt him,
He found, after making some calls.
For he had been at St. Andrew’s
And she had gone to St’ Paul’s

Being Jilted By Gall

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 third cousin Gall.
Those huskers are tricksters, the queen bee said to me bursting my glee.
This time Gall arrived with his bride and honey babies numbering three.

I was shocked, for we had seen Gall and his folks just two years ago, right?
I tried to like his new bride, but she buzzed with a mean kind of bite.
Luzzing saw I was unhappy, so she let me fly off to Ioway.
Terrific journey; I met a much more handsome bee along the way.

Jilted Lover

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.

Jilted From the Altar

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 true love.

Jilted Lover

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Time had preserved for me the truth
Enveloped it and put it next to the booth
Nervous as the letter was titled 'BITTER TRUTH'
Anniversaries were never the same
They jeered at my emotions and jilted my sincere love

Why then did you accept it earlier ?
What did you want me to have... A harrier? 
Or was it because I had a rough path for my career?
When was I supposed to know I won't marry her? 
Wasn't your mother a peasant farmer,  Maria?

Background Jilted Undercover Lover-

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

Jilted

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

The Jilted Seeks Again

-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 are beckoning
And I am reckoning,
“Why did I waste my time trying,
And crying;
Tears never once at all drying,
For some love that was long dead?
Tortured my head,
Listening to an inner voice, lying
That I keep vying-
That knot we would be tying?”

That time when I was jilted,
I tried to revive a love long wilted;
I tended, lured and begged.
Each day, my odds, lower pegged.
Dolefully, I wooed like a dove. 

Now my soul sings a song
As I look for love that lingers long.
After my emotional looting,
I am frail, but I will find firm footing
On the slippery slope of Love.

Jilted Lover

Got dumped, his first
His love, cursed...ouch!
Her thirst, unquenched



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Date written and posted: 01/28/2019

The Jilted Muse

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)

Of Donkeys and Elephants, Part Iv: Jilted

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 the room

This can’t be happening? How could it be?
The “Real Republicans” and their backers
Misread the writing on the wall, you see. 
Only role now is Donald attackers.

Sometimes the choice is good; this year it isn’t:
It's psychopathy versus narcissism!

3/16/16

Jilted

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 to think I wanted to bear your children.
Oh, wait, No, maybe that was Rodney.

Well, nevermind,
Anyway…now, where was I?

Where IS that bottle of wine when I need it?
Oh, there it is.

Oh, uh…you made me cry, you know,
Not just a little, but those great heaving sobs
That make your eyes look like two red fried eggs the next day.
Not a pretty sight.

Anyway, I hope you’re happy,
But not really.
Actually I hope you end up with some old gal
Who runs around on you and gives you the clap.

Yes, that would be good…
And that would make having known you finally worthwhile
Because I would, after all, get the last laugh.

Oh, well, I feel better now.
I’ll just have a couple more glasses of wine
And I’ll be completely over you, jerkoff!

Now, where is that black book?

Ring, ring.

“Oh Hello,
        is Rodney there?”

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