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Cheater Cheater
I am sorry for you both he has an hour to live
Is there anything else you would like us to give?
Our baby boy was given a death sentence,
What could we do - this made no sense.
With pain in our hearts we handed him over,
To doctors and drips he was covered all over.
They do say miracles don’t happen today,
But how wrong they are because he’s with us this day.
The grim reaper he cheated many years ago
Twenty one years later he’s still on the go.
Meningits he cheated, it did not get him
He’s healthy and happy tall good looking and slim.
So keep your heads high and don’t give up hope,
All those with the problems, we pray you will cope.
A simple string of letters,
they were the only that I saw.
The rest were gone you see,
because you knew that you were wrong.
The slightest of affection,
you felt the need to comfort her.
I’ve needed you so badly,
I guess it’s what I don’t deserve.
You promised it was harmless,
that you wouldn’t go and screw her.
I never saw it coming,
struck me down like stormy weather.
So, if it were so harmless,
tell me, why delete the others?
There’s more to this sad story
that I may never uncover.
You’d met with her for months,
behind my back without a trace.
You swore it wasn’t like that,
that you’d never seen her face.
But then, more hits me hard,
there’s clearly so much that I’ve missed.
Like when I’d found your past out,
and that the two of you have kissed.
How can’t you understand
why my heart it hurts so bad?
Re-read the last few stanzas,
and say you don’t know why I’m sad.
You said that you were angry,
and that was why you did such deeds.
But that only makes it worse,
I know now what your anger breeds.
How am I to heal
when all my questions have no answers?
You claim that you have none,
except that you were never lovers.
Why can’t you fill the space for me?
Do I not deserve to know?
My heart is broke in pieces,
as my sadness overflows.
There’s obviously more to this,
but you won’t spare my mind.
I swear I only want to know
so we can leave the past behind.
I always thought that she was pretty,
but I guess that you did too.
You promised you would never,
that I could put my trust in you.
So, whether you admit it,
you and I both know there’s more.
You withhold so much truth from me,
leaving my insides sore.
The pit inside my stomach
and my heart as it does sink…
Has left me feeling vulnerable,
and I just can’t seem to think.
No matter how much time goes by,
the stitches never heal.
The vast amount of questions
left unanswered is unreal.
The slightest of affection,
and simple words that you had sent…
Has injured my self-worth,
it’s all been to my detriment.
But why did she deserve
to get support that I had begged for?
I needed you. I needed you.
Guess I’m not special anymore.
Nobody really knows me I am way to close to the vest
It's a vested interest of sorts, one that keeps me safe
I am a Liar, I'm a Cheater, definitely not a Believer
I am the quiet one in the corner that sparks curiosity
I am the patient one that's always observing, I remember
I remember everything, yes I mean every single thing
It's a gift, it's a curse, it's rather useful to say the least
In the mirror I see the real me, the monster behind green eyes
Always with torture on his mind, not what he wishes to give
What he wishes was never given to him, it was his death
Now the Walking Dead, lost all hope, belief, feelings deceased
Now the rest of humanity suffers from his broken mentality
He feels absolutely nothing, because to him nothing is real
So he lives on unhappily because one thing he does is remember
He remembers how it felt to laugh, love, to hope, and believe
He remembers that everything in life use to mean something
And that meaning turned out to be nothing, The truth he knows
And this truth did not set him free This Walking Dead Human Being
All relationships now are void of emotion, void of love, empty
So this is what shaped me into the man I am today, unfortunately
Because the beast that saved me inside wants to come out and play...
Written for Poetry Contest "The Raw Madness That Makes Me Who I Am"
Hosted by: Anoucheka Gangabisson Form: Any
09/23/2024
WON 1ST PLACE IN THE ABOVE POETRY CONTEST
((((Thirty springs have passed in the wrong love - Poem by Taslima Nasrin
(google translation from Bengali - Bhul Preme Kete Geche Tirish Bosonto)
Thirty springs have passed in the wrong love, yet
How the heart is still broken -
Cheating men still touch the finger
The body of the stone flows from the falling water.
How do I still hear the sound of the call?
In a secluded world, in a cloud -
Thirty years have passed in the wrong love, yet
I burn myself in the sun of faith.
Cheating men once called
Forget the full water of Bhairab behind
Forget the cloudy skies, the long-winded nights.
Once called
All forgotten about the new mistake
Once in love
Forget all about the chaste girl.
Thirty years went wrong with love
Thousands of years will go by,
Yet the foolish girl will not feel.)))))
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it's your thirsty desire (a reply)
O Girl
You were in love
for thirty springs;
for youthful thirty years!
it was wrong love!
love from the Drone!
Ah; it was your youthful half
oh! from the brimful honey flower
o Girl you became the summer!
yet the thirst provoked you at the end year
and sought the drone in fresh to cheer!
O Girl
yes, you were not wrong
the love was not wrong
the boy was not wrong
no! no! no!
not knave, not cheater
the love of the drone was!
but o Girl, it's you
it's your incessant desire
created into you thirsty buzz!
-September 02, 2019 Chattogram
Hey big man, I see you standing there.
My heart you had.
My back you stabbed.
You watched me get sick and fall.
What a terrible fight it was to climb back up that wall.
You went on in stride, no support, no worry at all.
Another woman you found.
She fed your ego,
Made sure you didn’t feel small.
In secret you would text and call.
Days, evenings and night you spent with her.
When I asked, you dismissed it all.
How nice you were out on a date
As I had to sit at home and wait;
The dinner I made you cooling on its plate.
What you told her about me I will never fully know.
Maybe that I wasn’t home, that I didn’t care, or was simply unaware.
I learned on the nights I tried to reach you and was cooly neglected,
She was by your side idly sitting there.
Listening as your dismay for me you would declare.
She knew she was causing damage and despair
But of which she didn’t care.
So enamored you were;
Every morning you woke thinking of her.
Time spent with me you detested;
With her it would‘ve been so sweet.
You told her how great she was,
And when you two couldn’t meet,
It was disappointment you would greet.
You protected her, coveted her, and wanted her so bad,
But she was only after you for what you had.
I should’ve held my mouth.
Watched as her drama bled you dry.
Then you would’ve been the one to cry.
She ruined your family and every bit of trust she stole.
Pretty she’s not, bulbous forehead and face like a troll,
Inside, a nasty, rotted soul,
But her body and false charm she used to get you under her control.
I hope it was worth it .
What you threw away.
Maybe you’ll feel regret or sadness.
Someday.
The slight Amish girl wore a plain bonnet
Her dress was plain yellow, nothing on it
Entirely covering body and limbs
No serendipity for her, no whims
Though in love with her debonair teacher
She was so demure, how would he reach her?
His picture under her pillow, she slept
Never dreaming – in her garden he crept!
She woke to the morn, felt somehow reborn
All doubts about her love, completely shorn
Skipping to school, her heart ne’er missed a beat
She came to class and flew into her seat
Seeing her love, she blew him two kisses
~ Two years on, they were Mister and Missus
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Well, OK. There are no steady feet in this poem, and neither is their reliable meter
Calling this a 'sonnet' makes me a bit of a cheater ~ gw
This retrograde entropy enslaves open minds and prepares open graves. The music plays, yes, but the dance is delayed.
Choronzon shuns the sun, even before the spark of man’s inception. His dark art festers in the balanced heart, eating away at pure intention.
Think ye safe? You are wrong. His power is strong; and from that abysmal home, his reach firm and long. Like a lion on the prowl, the beast is free to seek and roam.
That old star eater, game cheater, life sucker, soul ****er. Is it no wonder that thrice three is his unholy number?
“Resist”, ye say “and he shall flee.” Empty words speaketh thou thee! Show me THY skill and stop telling me.
Your tongue talks games that your mind can’t play. Who saves? The serving slaves? Toiling for their spoils on rainy days. Nay, I say!
Explode and rage! For once, be thou brave! Unleash thy flaming, turning, blade! Strike at the heart and the head will cave!
Enflame thyself in most holy adoration and soon ye shall see that this, alone, is the key to defeat this abomination.
The mind tattered and the soul bereft, take a breath of what’s left, and after this swift annihilation, sit ye long to calm your mind, and compose thyself to holy meditation.
Know thyself as in Adonai’s presence. Be ye still.
Be ye still! Know thyself to be; KNOW thyself to be; it’s nothing to simply “feel”.
At the very last moment, when the heart and mind be quiet and still, ye shall then and only then know thyself victorious, and the accomplishment of thy Will.
My search for the true one
ends right here wondering,
" Which heart is really gold? "
I've fallen in love with the wrong one,
I've given in too fast, not feeling the bond:
a wrong choice is a regret little comforting!
Oh, which heart is really gold?
Can it be yours so empty and greedy?
Will someone come along and unfold
the secret letters I read in bed
anytime you sleep and ignore me, honey:
her lovely face appears, it's such a joy!
Ah, I fall asleep when you wake up and leave;
there's plenty of time to cheat and chat!
I could be that cheater and hide everything,
put on a smiling face not so convincing:
am I a person who has intention to deceive?
Can you be trusted, surrender to love and wait?
No sugar, no honey in the speech of cheater
No thorn, no dagger is hidden in the speech of hypocrite
But every time general peoples are cheated
- why?
No peace comes to the paths of waiting
No goodness of the earth comes to the paths of hope
But often general peoples blame the fate and time
-why?
Time has no existence
Good time comes not naturally
Fate is lame legs of laziness
Dream is not dream if it makes sweet sleep
Hope is not hope if it creates daydream
Imagination is not third eye of intelligent if it allows fairytales only
Let's we won't wait for the time and fate more
Let's we do right now some welfare deeds for the world together
Maybe we won't be cheated more
We won't blame each other's core
08.11.2020 Chattogram
Seems long ago - a distant time, at first when I saw you
My heart did leap within my chest; was love to spring anew?
I should have known, I couldn't see, enthralled I was with you
The guard that was upon my heart had lifted and withdrew
When from the start our passion flowed - so intimate were we
We'll stand a test of time and stay as close as two can be
Long walks beneath the twilight skies and joyous times we shared
We spoke of secrets buried deep and still our passion flared
Betrayal! sudden and complete - a knife has pierced my heart!
Your other "lover" on the phone?!? You Cheater!! It's time to part!!
Oh ache, oh heartache go away; sweet sleep, please come to me
These tears, these rolling tears must stop - I need to be set free!
How sad it is when love runs cold; Loves' flames die down and wane
The mind is filled with memories; the heart is wracked with pain
Too long I've felt this emptiness in finding you untrue
And though I'm filled with sadness now - I'll cry no more for you