Long Love and pain Poems
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You thought that I’d be weak, one easy to subdue
You wove your web of lies and never followed through
But in the dark, I swam the depths none other could withstand
I fought for love, I fought the pain with bloodstained, aching hands
Through the dark I held him, but at dawn he slipped away
The warrior fought against the night and left to meet the day
But for his love and for belief, I’ll swim the sea again
You cannot comprehend the light when all you love is gain
I’ll rise from dust and flame, you cannot keep me down
A thousand drops of rain can force a man to drown
A churning sea of love and pain will seeth behind my eyes
You can try to stop me but man can't hold back the tide
Love can be such a goll darn pain
A delicious delectable pain
With a large helping of hugs and kisses
It can just about drive you insane
More than once I heard someone ask
Is it really worth all the trouble
You better believe it, at half the price
Nothing can burst my bubble
You sweat and mumble incoherently
To concentrate, it's really no use
Useless as dangly things hanging from a bull
Totally and so udderly obtuse
So what can you do if you get infected
Well there's really no known cure
Just dive right on in, swim around for a while
You'll wanna stay I'm pretty sure
Let me know how that all works out
Many have tried it's well known
Never were cured, spend a lifetime in love
Now resting comfortably in a home
© Jack Ellison 2013
You think I have the capacity to be a casual lover?
You think I can now touch souls and unlink?
Like I'm some meat suit with nothing in it.
You don't know when I abandoned myself,
You don't know how I laid down my cosmic self...
You weren't there when I killed myself for connection.
You think I can even try to be basic in love?
Pay for me and pave my way for me?
As if I'm not here to pump divinity through your veins.
Oh, you do know what it feels like for bodies to touch?
Oh, do you know what it feels like for souls to merge?
Dear friend, Have you ever been inside someone's skin...?
You wonder about the power of everyday physical touch?
Do you wonder about the power of Universes colliding?
Not all have seen stars while staring at skin.
You want to invite me to blasphemy?
You want to remind me of my old self?
God sent me away to return home again.
You think I can look into your past lives and not be a part of one?
You think I can't see into your soul right now?
Touch my skin and feel the ether again.
You think you can have me dear stranger?
You think you can get up in my gift?
I gave it away too easily new friend.
You want to get closer to this body?
You want to glow the next day, everyday?
Honour this soul and the generations of love and pain it took to create it.
You yearn for the everyday siren?
You yearn for your wounds to be caressed?
Lay down your heart and your soul at my feet to rest.
What are feelings for, I ask the night,
why do they burn so sharp and bright?
Why give a heart the will to care
if pain is always waiting there?
What are emotions meant to do
when all they seem to do is bruise?
They rise like storms inside my chest,
then leave my thoughts in such a mess.
Why give us love that breaks in two?
Why trust a heart that once was true?
Why let hope begin to grow
if loss is all we come to know?
For a while I thought the cure
was building walls that would endure—
to silence every fragile part
and lock away my stubborn heart.
But empty rooms are cold and wide,
and quiet echoes live inside.
No joy can bloom where none remain,
when we erase both love and pain.
So maybe feelings serve a role—
to wake the beating of the soul.
For though they hurt and make us bend,
they help our broken hearts to mend.
And maybe every tear we cry
is proof our hearts are still alive—
because a life that feels the sting
can also feel the joy love brings.
Love is pain…
The love is light, delight if you have it, awesome flight.
No kiss or touch you need; all that you need is your sight.
When you look, all the look will be the kiss and your touch.
All tomorrows will be your one and only tonight.
Being enslaved to my love and soul until when?
My heart always demands to control until when?
Once if I find a knife, I will cut him in pieces.
Hope I have strength to hide him in a hole until when?
I'd rather live and not have any pain in my heart.
Why do I need the heart when nobody shares its part?
Regret that life is passing everybody so so fast.
If you don’t need the love out of the heart, pain will start.
What is this heart that has four different chambers in?
One is for love, the rest pain; it’s always has been.
If I'll be born again, I want to have no more heart,
I do not mind muscle, bone, and live in my skin.
The love that hurts is not love; it’s a painful burn.
If you survive the pain, you definitely will learn.
Let me have pain again. I want to burn one more time,
What a nice pain it is, I positively return.
9/9/2017 Haloo
Rich Poverty
What fools the rich are,
to think they are better than the poor.
To not be able to cry for help,
or eat scraps off the floor.
To not feel the cold earth,
through ragged torn shoes.
Or tending school half starved,
singing that " I wish I had blues".
To join the local street gang,
and be wanted by their kind.
To know people are trying to help,
lift the poor from this grind.
To not have roaches or rats,
to share your lonely bare home.
Or tattered walls where the hawk
comes in, to let you know its cold.
Yet, this is true life, adventures,
love, and pain.
Where people hope for better things,
to come, and come, again.
L earning from trials, i gaze as stars blink
E nthralled by evening, a world draped in pink
T o rid betrayal, to embrace self-worth;
T ranslucent now as the whirl of a moth
I nspired by hope’s ray ...gleaming there for me.
N ew the pathway which cleanses old debris
G ently, gently the moon shimmers inside
G racefully flowing through crowned eventide,
O ff to marvel at life’s splendor with pride.
And as breaths wake from daybreak’s heady scent
Relishing journeys on my free-winged flight;
Until dreams transform into cherished intent
This magical quest is mine, a joyous rite!
in time’s afterglow
seasons bring me home again...
renewing life’s grace
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~ Acrostic-Rhyme, Quatrain, Senryu
4/13/2016
Re-submitted 9/14/2016
Weep as much as you desire, good friend.
The solace we crave is solely seen in your tears.
The world has forgotten us, and we transcend.
There was no one there. In the thick of fear,
In this realm of emptiness, where memories fade,
Our tears become the ink to write our stories.
Each drop is a chapter of love and pain displayed.
A testament to the strength of our hearts' allegories.
Weep as much as you need, my dear.
For tears are the language of our souls,
They cleanse the wounds, wash away the fear,
And with every drop, healing painful goals
In a world of forgetfulness, as time pauses still,
Our tears become a bridge to the past.
A connection to the moments we hold dear,
A reminder that our memories will always last.
Weep as much as you want, my love,
As tears are an echo of pain hidden above.
You sailed away on a shimmering sunset sea
Leaving me alone with all the emotions, love, and pain
For the first two years I called you my best friend
For the next two years I called you my lover
But never did I expect you'd be the love of my life
The ghost of which has never stopped haunting me
But you moved on so very quickly
And you're happy without me in your life
So why is it I cling to the past so much
I still remember the day we first met
You approached me in the high school cafeteria
How innocent I was in my ignorance
Not knowing you'd be all I thought about
For the next ten years of my life
We spent hours on the phone together
And hours still in the classes we had
We crafted collaborative fiction
And shared music with one another
I fell for you harder than anyone else
And there were struggles aplenty
Sometimes I wonder why I still love you
But when I think back to all my memories
It's because you were the best I ever had
But your boat is long gone
And I'm still standing here on the pier
Hoping one day you'll come back
Have you seen cards gone wild?
What is it?
An art show
No. Is it good?
Is it ever!
I take my friend and she is enthralled.
Entranced, enthusiastic, excited.
I try to drag her out of there
But she has fallen for one of the paintings.
They are in love.
Good grief!
This is the third time this has happened to a friend.
I get a wheelbarrow, push her into it and try to drag her out.
She jumps out and runs right back to the painting.
I hate Bill for creating it.
There is something magical about it.
Something that hooks women.
Florescent colors of pink and green
Flounces of purples.
I stare, falling in love myself now.