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Like East and West you rose when I fell,
was that all we ever were?
Two poles that tried our best to,
with smiles like puddles, fit together right.
As gum does under a wooden table,
We dried up and hardened.
Your expression, once radiating untouched youth, seemed hardened.
And once your brow furrowed your smile fell,
like a fussy babe’s milk from the family table.
Acquaintances are what we had become, what we were.
Finding any fault in you solidified my right
to curse your name so I could feel something too.
Then I marched you forcefully to the guillotine to
damn and release you. Since my heart hardened
I felt our love had lost its rights,
a condemned criminal who lost it all when his defenses fell.
We looked at the time, which was more precious to you, as it were,
and you just tapped your feet under my table.
I cried “enough” and turned the tables.
Your indifference towards it was all too
much considering what we were.
But my will had hardened
and we could never last, come Fall.
You kissed my brow softly before you left and nothing felt right.
My heart, on a seemingly straight path, turned right,
and was consumed, ferociously, with silver forks on a table
by my loneliness, which rose when we fell.
And then I cried, not many tears, just two.
Once the salt from my tears had hardened,
I reassessed my emotion and tried to forget what we were.
But the shadows in my room you left behind were
keeping me from believing that it would ever be all right.
And though, when I let go my resolve for your absence hardened,
as I watched you stroll away from my table,
I couldn’t help but think we should still be two.
Defeated hopes and desires had nowhere to go, so they fell.
But the distances between us were so much more than a kitchen table,
And the intentions could never be right or natural too.
So I will rise and gain my hardened place in the sky and you can wait to fall.
I looked into his eyes
I got lost in their depth
A glance into the future
Revealing the secrets he kept
For so many years he cared too
Yet we were both afraid to say
We avoided each other completely...
Every time, simply another day
He cried to me one night.
~Please help, I don't know what to do~
I wrapped my arms around his body.
~It is okay now, I'm here with you~
He told me about his girlfriend,
She cheated, and hurt him bad...
I told him not to worry...
But in the inside I was getting mad.
I held back my anger...
And I comforted him instead.
Playing with his hair,
She lay still on my bed.
I leaned over to kiss his cheek,
He smiled and turned to me.
~Thank you for being there...
I Have finally learned to see~
With that he drifted off,
I left her quietly sleeping.
~How could anyone want to hurt him? ~
I ran through thoughts, my heart leaping.
I met up with his girlfriend,
Swung out of pure love and rage.
A knife stabbed through my stomach..
~God where were you today?~
My head smacking onto the pavement,
My breath getting thin...
My vision blurred and fading slowly...
This was a battle I could never win.
As this darkness consumes me...
Light fills my eyes...
I am proud to have lost my life,
If it meant ending his cries...
(I have recently discovered this poem being used on two different sites, where the poster
passed it off as their own. While it does indicate the poem was enjoyed it is also very
disheartening, to know someone would do it. )
Form:
Daisy trips and falls apart
The mysterious rider brings her back
And now wonders how she ll find
The way back home cause is its off the line
And runs away leaving the rider alone
He comes back for her
On the dark dawn
She refuses to go back to his lost life
The angered rider loses control
Cause daisy was the one whom he loved from soul
And for one last time he asks her to go
To the dark den with him for eternal light
For daisy nods no cause she loves her home
Fuming with fury he wins along
Cause daisy said she will stand her ground
The rider calls in his horse to take leave
Distressed yet still in love he climbs his horse
Galloping his horse he starts to race
While snatching daisy from her most beloved home
Cautious and anxious she struggles through the ride
Then comes the deepest valley with the bridge
Daisy unknown of the little bit of it
Tussling and grappling the little doll piece
Falls of the bridge before he could grab her
Bawling for help when taws’ to late for her
And once again
Daisy trips and falls apart
But the mysterious rider on black mare couldn’t save her fall
For he is down with the heart ache of his lost love
And as said so........
He wanders on the edge of the bridge you see
In search of his lost love or her screams
not knowing its too late for all her pleas
'Cos the daisy was the one whom he loved from h soul.
And daisy said no cause she loved her home
And so goes the story of one lost soul who took control with her innocent prose
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if ever i had two hours with you… or three,
the vacancy of this quaint café and barren
shores would be refilled with the pouring
of pink- frosted air on our glass-window’s past;
the multitude of disheveled suns ripping
arms of surrender; raged midnights ending
into carmine mornings; swallowed inches of stars
turning into lyrics replayed. and what splendor to
infect the whiteness or redness of seasons’
fingers wearing the pains and gains of many
a porcelain days. then,
to recall the sevens and nines of time’s scalpel
cutting our names into crumpled paper: a departure
of hearts traveling in different territories.
we inched away,
not because of lack for vows marked in deepest
sands. but… by fate’s desire to cart you in
a faraway land, while i.. i burned telephone lines
hiding beneath the long distance of regrets…
yearning for your comeback instead
of stamped letters thousands of miles so
removed from alleys where our arms used to walk,
we side-tracked along with stooping songs
that gently genuflected…
if and when we meet again, two or three hours
by time's grace, oh the fluttering of a thousand
thoughts would not be enough to say you were
the trunk that got away, and i was your last rose
that lost its stem.
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love lost from long distance relationship
For Frank Herrera's Contest
By: nette onclaud
For some time a young man had not seen his lover.
He made haste to join her soon as time allowed.
Riding on horseback he sped home to see her.
Ride he did from Georgetown to Pawleys,
Riding to her in lower South Carolina.
Eager to see her he acted fool hardy,
by marshland and swamp instead of by road.
The short cut he took was riddled with quicksand.
Both he and the horse were lost and ne’er found.
The young girl declared she would never again love.
Time needed to heal, she began to forlornly
walk and remember the young man she once knew.
Mourning her lover she walked every day.
On one such excursion, she saw a young man.
Dressed in gray approach at a distance.
When he drew near she recognized her beau.
She knew he had died but now lives again?
A touch to her lips brought her to silence.
“Please leave immediately, there is great danger”
Without saying more he vanished away.
Finding her parents she told them the story
They fled to the mainland making great haste.
The hurricane that night was fierce and deadly.
Lives were lost and many homes destroyed.
Save their’s and a neighbors whom also was warned.
No one can explain the subsequent sightings.
Foretelling the safety of those whom are warned.
Of their lives and belonging which stayed safe
in the wake of a terrible, terrible storm.
But the young girl knew that which they didn’t.
Love Lost Gains
Love fading, bestows a warranted fear,
Vanity shades it from our notice.
Emotions obscured shall become barred from the shadows,
Pain eclipsed by ego, remains naked to the soul,
The passion of love, the familiar touch, two as one become hollow,
These feelings still breathing within us in time will be undone.
Moments are borrowed, to become whispers of memories we polish,
To be distorted and tainted with tears,
What is lost cannot be measured in years,
Redemption the wish, we are powerless to find.
Leaving a residue of the unrequited.
The truth is exposed with difficult acceptance.
What has departed is no longer near nor dear.
That which is built upon hearts can be sadly filtered away.
That which is built within hearts is precious and there to stay.
Hearts unchanged? No, Its times mending way,
Hearts unbroken? Yes.. Its times nurturing way
More enduring hearts are we now,
Not because we abandon what once surrounded hearts,
But from the days we shared what was within hearts.
Empty must we become, so that we may be filled once over again,
In the corners of the heart, Sunshine with Rain,
Oxymoronic? Is Love not the same?
Love another? No, never in the same,
Love another? Yes, there is wisdom and beauty with no blame.
Within forgiveness love lost, gains.
Form:
Hang your head, and mourn
the lost smile of elation,
Happiness shattered asunder,
While melancholy tears, stain
the frame of a tarnished silhouette,
And speak words of wisdom, that
pain the ears and restrain laughter
by the chains of harrowing truth,
Demeaning a demeanor, with
structured news of elated nuptials,
Which force the ambivalence of love
and lost wishes, that belong to
a memory, which fades with time
but can never be forgotten,
Leading to a flaw in poetic justice,
that pushes a mind to delusion
But to return from a dismal and
desolate place, with even an inkling
of untainted hope, there alone lies my
whisper of salvation, And while my
pen freely bleeds, with phrases of my
most tender reminiscence, I can
only assume, that faith
is purposeful...
Thus by a dangerous choice, to
trust my memories to save me,
before they eradicate my being, I
find a breath of grace in writing of
you, and knowing you through my
words, and all your beauty throws
to them, and by this plea, hope to
know you, if only another moment,
With the mere faith, that
rediscovering you, will mercifully,
help me find myself...
funny no matter how much you love someone it's never enough
you can change your ways or meet them half way
you can comprimise and desquise how you feel for love
in the end nothing is ever enough
they say that true love exists but true love is what hurts you the most
finding yourself comes through pain and hurt
no exceptions in the laws of love just broken rules
sometimes when we try to hard we loose focus on what really matters
the time we invest in to falling in love cannot be accounted for
we cannot get it back or get recognition for it it's lost forever
total eclipse of the heart as the song says total emotional breakdown
some people live for love some people love for life
some people never live because they are lost in love
we can search for the rainbow or wish upon on a star
in the end nothing matters it's over for real
in that moment we loose reality on what could destroy us
we say with conviction that we will never fall in love again
until we become blind by what we can't see
the circle of life revolves around us endlessly
for we are just mere pawns being played by the facts of life
His Lost Love
He wants her
He needs her
He says he loves her
But he can’t find her
He has searched everywhere
On foot, by car, plane and boat
But she is gone
She vanished without saying good-bye
No note, phone call or message of any kind
Her friends and family can’t help him
He vowed to never stop
He refused to except the possibility of the worst
Day in and day out he looked for her
He could smell her perfume in the air
He followed the scent but it wasn’t her
He heard her laughter carried by the wind
He followed the sound but it wasn’t her
He thought for a moment he had seen her far ahead
He ran to her but it wasn’t her
He ran exhaustedly around the world
He finally came to terms that she was gone
He had nothing left inside of him
He was run down and hopeless
He looked intently at the ocean and decided to give up
He jumped and allowed the waves to carry his frail body away
He is now in a deep sleep that he will never awake from
And there she is, his lost love
She puts her hand to his and whispers in his ear
“You found me.”
Form:
I got lost in the middle of your riddle
miles away I sat and pondered
while you struggled and tried to fight
against a heart on the line
I took one chance and spilled my guts
just in case you didn't know
it echoed against a solid wall
crashing unheard to the wood floor
don't feel bad, it's not your fault
I could see how it all shakes down
the differences as plain as dark and night
you always saw what I couldn't hide
it all frays, that once thick tether
even duct tape couldn't hold it together
time moves on and I think its settled
then some thought will bring it back
it could be a dream or monsoon rain
the phases of the moon or a song's refrain
it churns and surfaces once again
that old heartache--my long lost friend
don't feel bad, it's not your fault
I could see how it all shakes down
the differences as plain as dark and night
you always saw what I couldn't hide
it all frays, that once thick tether
even duct tape couldn't hold it together