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(NOTHING COMPARES 2 U - PRINCE SONG)
1) Time has stopped still
I've lost my will
To feel alive
Life can go on
But there's no dawn
No, there's no jive
Chorus:
You were my inspiration
My heartbeat's sole fixation
Now life has lost all appeal
I sing but with no more zeal
For there is no one like you
I have found no one like you
None like you. ..
2) No more cute dates
My heart still waits
To be with you
There is no fun
Under the sun
I still feel blue
3) I've lost my smile
It's been awhile
Since I laughed loud
You are not here
You are not near
Sorrows enshroud
Bridge:
Even the roses that you planted
Have all withered, they were enchanted
Now I am left with a broken heart
Won't you let us have another start?
For there is no one like you
I have found no one like you
None like you...
Chorus:
You were my inspiration
My heartbeat's sole fixation
Now life has lost all appeal
I sing but with no more zeal
For there is no one like you
I have found no one like you
None like you...
I met the woman of my dreams and I thought she felt the same way.
When I told her how I felt, she broke my heart by telling me she's gay.
Finding this out caused me a great deal of pain.
I have a weak heart and it was too much of a strain.
I collapsed in the street after having a heart attack.
The paramedics said I was dead for two minutes but they were able to bring me back.
I thought she was the one, I really thought I knew her.
I was so much in love that I was going to propose to her.
I wouldn't be in this pain if she had told me from the start.
Now I sit at home and suffer, I'm nursing a broken heart.
(This is a fictional poem)
The bird is blue as the sky above
and the waters that stretch into the seas
Blue is the eyes of the blonde hair girl
who sometimes smiles at me
Blue is the music that haunts your soul
a rhythm whose vibe frees
Blue is the sadness of a broken heart
of loves lost memory
Blueberries fresh and sweet
nature's bluish treat
Blue is the bruise of a blacken eye
when victory feels like defeat
Soft and bluish as a child's dream
safe in their mother's keep
Blue is true is a promised made
for that love in your heart deep
Bluebird wings and fades into the sky of blue
into the sky of blue...
Once love has died it cannot be revived
Sweet sentiments are sadly laid to rest
From memories no pleasure is derived
The broken heart is vanquished in its quest
Unnurtured love will quickly fade away
Much like a wilted rose unquenched of thirst
Or flower of the sun cloistered of ray
Affections die when they have not been nursed
I tried to warn you that my heart was sore
My tears a testament of grievous plight
You did not hear my plea for something more
And now my love is veiled away from sight
To resurrect my love is no mean task
For miracle of life my heart does ask
Eileen Manassian Ghali
In the deepness of my solitude
is when I dare think of you
Locked inside my broken heart
your love from me never will depart
Forlorn our love by other hands
always our love forever stands
Like a fish in a dry pond
I slither away life prolong
by dreams of dreams of loving you
It is all my soul has left to do
Time is eternal, will love ever die
Will mercy kill love so time abides
Rouse my fear contemptuous
scorn my pain as silly lust
Secretly I knock at your hearts door
my lips utter, forevermore
My love for you is how I survive
always to live always to die
Callous mocking by those who hate
my sadness they only exacerbate
Taste the sins life tries to hide
swallow hard that selfish pride
There is no reason whom we adore
only always wanting more
What can I say to ease your sorrow? In a lifetime of words I’ve spoken…how do I find the right ones…
to ease a heart that’s broken?
When I see that you are hurting…that you’re struggling
know this to be true…
Because I know you…admire you…love you…
my heart is breaking too.
I am struggling with how to act…knowing I can’t make your pain go away.
I’m struggling knowing what to do….finding the right words to say.
I know the right words at the right time
might soothe your heart and brighten your day.
While the right words at the wrong time
will fall like the first snow of winter and quickly melt away.
I am also struggling because it’s often hard to determine…often hard to see
exactly when the right time is…exactly what the right words might be.
With that in mind…I offer these words today…it’s all that I can do…
Read them now if you are ready…
or wait till the time is right for you.
Know that just like other setbacks you have faced
you will emerge from this one…it’s true!
for scars are merely a part of life…and can be beautiful too.
Know that as sad as you are there will come a time…
only you know where…or when…
you will hurt a little less…
smile a little more
and find your happiness again.
Know that as long as I am living …through your sunshines and your rains
I will rejoice in all your joys…I will share in all your pains.
And finally, no matter what happens to you in life…
let this in your heart be known…
as long as I am living…
you will never be alone.
In ancient land,
—A realm of kings and queens,
A tale of courage, sacrifice, and love, unfolds unseen.
A noble hunter,
—Moremi, with heart of lion’s might,
Became the cherished queen of Oduduwa’s ancient light.
The kingdom thrived
—In commerce, wealth, and sacred power,
But shadows crept from darkened woods, in haunting hour.
The Ugbo hordes,
—With raffia guise, brought terror to the fray,
And women, children, borne away, in night, by fear were swayed.
A desperate plea,
—A mother's heart, to save her cherished land,
To river goddess, wise and old, Moremi did command:
"Great spirit!
Hear my humble cry!
I vow to pay the cost!
If by your hand, my people's fate, from doom, is not yet lost."
A plan was forged,
—A daring scheme, to free the stolen kin,
The queen, in beauty, as a lure, her freedom to rescind.
Within the Ugbo king's dark realm,
—She learned their secret ways,
A wary smile, a whispered oath, for freedom's dawning days.
Her essence strong, her courage true,
—She made her daring flight,
Back to her love, her cherished home, to face the coming fight.
With wisdom gleaned,
—And heart of fire, she armed her faithful kin,
To face the Ugbo hosts in battle, a victory to win.
The kingdom's wrath,
—Like storm released, did vanquish cruel Ugbo raid,
And in the aftermath of strife, a people stood, remade.
A nation forged in Moremi's flame,
—Her love and sacrifice,
An epic tale of ancient days, where honour paid the price.
Yet, fate's cruel hand still lingered near,
—A debt yet left to claim,
For in the halls of ancient gods, great vows remain the same.
To Esimirin's flowing depths,
—The queen did journey forth,
A mother's tears, a broken heart, the cost of love, and worth.
Her son, her only cherished child,
—The spirit's price, now due,
A sacrifice, in times of old, as gods and mortals drew.
Moremi's song of courage,
—Love, and tears for love foresworn,
Echoes through the ages past, a tale of Yoruba born.
In halls of legend,
—Where heroes dwell, and tales of valour shine,
The queen of courage, heart of gold, eternal shall enshrine.
Moremi, mother, lover, queen,
—Thy name shall never fade,
For in thy sacrifice and love, a nation's soul was made.
If one was to ask
Why some wounds take longer
to heal than other's
Maybe it's because
Though the human body
is blessed with miraculous
power's of healing
Like flesh once cut and we
bleed a scab and scar will
form and skin grow back again
A broken bone can reset
itself twice as strong
Our internal organs over time
can eventually regenerate
And a brain tumour and virus
be gotten over
Yet whereas a broken heart
examined under diagnosis
will not display or show up
any visible sign of damage
And so maybe that's why
the aforementioned question
is so hard to answer or place
a healing time upon
And in sometimes a broken
heart or loss of a loved one
can lead unto and bring
on death before it's time
Because what a heart is
supposed to do is pump
blood and oxygen onto the
brain
Yet and but somtimes may
feel inclined to give up on
life and fail to skip a beat
If cupids arrow is pulled out
by the love and loss of one's
true life partner departs
And word's once spoken
and said and an a oath
or promise made such as
Till death do us part
Mean exactly that
Raise your words not your voice. It is
rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
_Rumi
Death has filled me with dreadful fear,
and with each tragic loss- I cried;
and write heartbroken with a tear,
to tombs my dream spirit will glide !
I am so lost;
my scarred soul tossed !
Despair- my companion each year,
a family to love- denied;
I write my pain for God to hear,
some days confused and terrified !
But, joyful peace;
in each penned piece !
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August 01, 2022
Poetry/Posie Rhyme/Heartbroken Soul
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1477-305-01
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Emotions Used in Poem- fear, despair, love
Written for the Premiere contest, Strong Emotions
sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 08/30/2022
First Place
Unanswered Questions
Is a promise made in thought binding
like one made verbally or can it be disregarded
no matter what it happens to be as though meaningless?
Is a dream in which enthusiasm gets sincerely expressed
and a promise made an indication of good desire or even
some kind of indication?
Is it possible for such a dream to somehow come true
without even an unexpected boo hoo over a broken heart
and maybe over feelings of regret?
Can the promise be sincerely kept, and the friendship continue
regardless of what the promise happens to be even years after
the regretful end of a friendly conversation involving a wrong
answer?
Time creates many questions, but some may never get
answered although at least some deserve to be – will they ever be
as time trickles on like a water in a creek?