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Shelly thought all those heartfelt feelings of love and oneness was lost
She had not heard from her first love, Thomas, for six weeks, since winter’s frost
They were seventeen, and had fallen soulfully and fully in glorious teenage love
Airtight, so right, the ultimate one-ness, their minds had melded, fit like a glove
Her handsome man, first love, together forever, she had thought, the ultimate we
Depression had set in a month ago, when it kicked in she might be a forever single she
His parents had moved in the middle of the night, house forlorn, no wish or song.
Incredulous feelings flowed through her soul when she realized he was truly gone.
Her texts so poignant, and loving, understanding and heartfelt to his cell phone
Were not returned in any shape, or rhyme, insuring her she was indeed now all alone.
This was a particularly sad moment, as they had met on March fifteenth, the March’s Ides,
A year anniversary of their first meet, but her world was no longer hers, and she felt quite dead inside.
She had contemplated doing something horrible, to feel the pain, to cut, to bleed, to run, to hide.
His voice she heard often in her head, explaining what had happened, relieving some of her dread.
Homework and hobbies held no interest now, she was all wrapped up in love gone wrong instead.
The storm outside, was not more violent than the one within, so she decided to take a walk in the rain.
Depressed and sad, head down, she walked slowly, feeling her heart breaking anew from the strain,
She had walked two blocks when someone gently touched her arm and turned her around.
It was her man, Thomas, who had managed to defy his parents, and find his way back to town.
My dad threw my phone out that window, he told her, and there was no way to get in touch with you.
But you are the love of my life, and I think we deserve to give our love the respect it is due.
Written 10-17-2018 Contest: Tell Me A Story Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
Which Way to Go
The loneliness weighs heavy
It is cold upon my heart
My soul is almost gone from me
Saying “It is time for us to part.”
The true love of my life
Was lost by circumstance
I cannot live without him
And it gives me not a chance
And I have cried so many tears
That my heart cried out in despair,
“Please you have to stop this,
No one said that life is fair.”
Who knows about the heart?
And how much it can endure
I know only one thing now
My love for him was pure.
But now he is out of reach
And I tend my broken heart
My soul still wants to go
It says we have to part.
So do I listen to my heart?
Or take heed of my old soul?
I pray I find an answer
Then I shall know which way to go.
Connie Moore
As your mother
I think of you each and every day
You don't have a single sister or brother
Thoughts of you continue to replay
In my head all night long
Wishing you were here
Home with me where you belong
I can't stand not having you near
So many things in my past I regret
If I could I'd go back and undo
There's so many things I wish I could forget
But the best thing to ever happen to me was you
My light when I was surrounded by dark
My strength whenever I felt weak
When I'm with you in my eyes there is a spark
In my life you are my highest peak
A love I've never known before
Than the first time I laid eyes on you
I knew there was no one I could ever love more
Never known a love so true
I tried so hard to give you the world
Remembering the first time as if it was only yesterday
Asleep on my chest you curled
There I wish you would've been able to stay
But so many things have happened since then
And maybe one day that I will be able to explain
Nothing about back when
Has done anything but cause me pain
But because of you I continue to fight
Cuz there's nothing in my life I want more
Than to make all these things right
Even though I can't get back all that time with you from before
I can spend every day from here on out
Trying to make everything I can up to you
To show you that it's you my world is all about
And there's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
Cuz you mean everything in the world to me
My first born baby boy
Growing up faster than I can bare to see
The love of my life, my pride and joy
Only four, months away from five
A month later enrolling in school
You are my every reason to strive
When I'm with you I try and play it cool
Though that's not always the easiest thing to do
It's your very smile
That reminds me I do what I do for you
But I know it's been a long while
I'm so much farther than I've ever been
And only get closer to being closer to you
After everything that happened back then
I know in my heart this much is true
You and I will be together again
Some way some how
I will keep you from any more pain
To you I make this vow
Cuz as your mother it's what I must do
After all you've already been thru
I want to prove that what I say is true
Cuz Son there is no one I love more than you!!!!
365 days
By Michelle Morris
28/08/2026
It's been 365 days
And I've loved almost every one
You and I, almost, almost
But sadly, I think we're done
Because I knew from the very start
You were the love of my life
But it's been 365 days
And I don't think you feel we're right
365 days of our love
365 days of our shared life
365 days we made memories
365 days when it felt right
And as much as I have loved you
As much as I cared so much
I know I have to set you free
So we can separate our stuff
The stuff that might have blinded us
The stuff that's in our hearts
The stuff that's not been resolved
The stuff that's broken us apart
It's been 365 days
And I've loved almost every one
You and I, almost, almost
But sadly, I think we're done
© Michelle Morris, 2026
Dear Ancient Well,
what can your wisdom
possibly tell
about that marble guy
for whom every lady
her soul would likely sell?
Upon them he'd cast a spell,
turning their bodies into cold stone,
a crystal clear marble
reflecting the skies above.
"Oh dear, my love,
I'm bound to say farewell,
for I, forever and ever,
will belong to hell."
That's what he'd always tell
right after casting his spell
beside his beloved ancient well.
A twisted tale,
picturing a lad
so cold and yet so frail:
his gaze so unfazed,
yet his clothes quite jaded.
"How could someone not fail
in the attempt to rescue me
from my own mental jail?"
Many answers had yet to be found,
for he was still trapped and question-bound:
"Where is the love of my life?
Someone who'll succeed
to make my cry,
and smile
and feel alive?"
"Is it that outlandish,
for this marble heart of mine,
to desire a rainbow princess as a bride?
Sweet and pink in her attire,
though with a demeanour so wild,
she’d fight against all odds
to stay by my side,
knowing, deep inside her heart,
that she'll never expire."
reasons to live and one to die
these are the thoughts
from a widower's mind
darkness prevails and most often wins
drowning in sorrow, self-pity and sin
for each mortal step brings me closer to her
and God's mighty wrath i most likely incur
yet over my shoulder they're screaming at me
it's not what she wants and why can't you see
but if i choose life am i walking away
from the love of my life by prolonging the day
that we are together forever as one
this thought at face value is morally wrong
yet as humans we strive to avoid any pain
by whatever means and without any restraints
the decision does lie in the palm of my hands
to live with this pain and all it's demands
or slowly with malice drink till i am gone
thoughts of nothing but me, forsake every one
the choice is so simple so easy to choose
Lord give me the strength for it's my life to lose
reasons to live and one to die
these are the thoughts
from a widower's mind
Form:
I was born, Bronx, New York, in the year 'Thirty-Nine',
the first child with a brother who followed in time.
Ten years later, moved North, Hudson Valley, same State
where I've settled, lived on with my loved ones to date.
But when young, in my school, two fine talents emerged,
and my teachers spared hours to encourage my urge.
I enjoyed my young years while I painted and penned;
lots of canvas and paper used up without end.
At eighteen, I then married the love of my life
and enjoyed my new path of becoming a wife
to my US Marine, very handsome and true;
Parris Island, our home for a year, almost two.
By the age twenty-five- was a mother of three;
a fine son, two sweet girls, a complete family.
We worked hard every day and our life was so good.
I wrote poems and painted whenever I could.
Later, painting with oils was the pastime for me-
while I studied for years at an art gallery.
Varied art shows, displays, and a job filled my time.
Soon I sold many pieces and life was sublime.
Yet, the years went by fast and at age thirty-nine,
I enrolled in a college to study part-time.
Six years later, I earned my prized English degree-
a BA—and a Minor in Business for me.
Then my pictures with words replaced those done with art,
and I soon published poems of life and of heart.
Yet along in this time of my great writing spree
I worked hard every day as our business VP.
For a full twenty years, we worked hard faithfully
after hubby retired as the Chief of FD,
selling our fire equipment, all types, big and small
to FDs, factories, district schools, and the malls.
Our dear children all married, with families too,
are involved happily in whatever they do.
Happy grandma of five- twenty-five to eighteen-
and one granddaughter married two thousand thirteen.
We retired, sold our business thirteen years ago,
still so busy with life, with its ebb and its flow.
We are proud and so blessed and thank God up above,
for our days and our life of good times filled with love.
April 11, 2015
~1st Place~
Premiere Contest: Where Are You From
Sponsor: Joseph Soper
Judged: 08/01/2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Bio of a Poet
Sponsor: Tammy Reams
Judged: 04/18/2015
Form: Anapestic Tetrameter (12 syllables, 4 feet per line)
I expect you as my own choice future life partner
And I am waiting for you only.
The right man comes at the right time.
O beloved, I only love you.
I want to make my family with you.
My love, I can also sacrifice my life for you.
By the Might of God, I want you to know that I truly love you.
I will never let you down because you are such a special angel,
the love of my life: you mean so much to me.
Now the dreams of our real love married life come in my eyes.
Now you've settled in my eyes.
You're there with me all the time.
You've made your house in my heart's world.
I trust everything that you say.
Knowing you brought the light of joy into my life
And gave me a reason to always be happy every day.
I concur with your ideas because I believe in all of your words.
You are so wonderful, the treasure of my life.
You're the one whom I was searching for.
You're the fragrance of my breaths and the thirst of my heart.
I'm your real lover and I'm crazy for you.
I'm unaware of what's happening in the world.
My love, I love you a lot.
My love, I miss you a lot.
O beloved, I only love you
I expect you and I'm waiting for you
My love, I can also sacrifice my life for you
To the world, you may be just one person,
but for one person you mean the whole world.
By Miss Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
Most days my moods are high as a kite
But today is not one of those days
The love of my life is under the weather
So I'm walking around in a daze
No rhyme or no reason to continue on
Will call it quits for today
No incentive no drive to keep me going
For her love I'm pining away
Hope tomorrow she feels much better
To help me get back on track
The love of my life, my heart and soul
Can't wait to get her back
When she feels down I feel down too
Our lives are bound at the heart
I've told her nearly ten thousand times
I've loved her from the very start
© Jack Ellison 2014
August 30 2018 12:10 a.m. through 2 a.m. the last time I said good-bye.
I woke up not expecting to lose the love of my life, my soulmate. No one should have to go through death of a mate. After, fifteen excruciating hours of watching him go through cardiac arrest six different times, I finally had to let him go.
I bent over kissed his lips and sat beside him. I looked at his handsome face reminiscing on the moments I met him while I held his hand and how my body burned till this moment.
I held my rosary in my hand and as my fingers moved and touched each bead, I recited my prayers and its mysteries. There was a faint smile on his face as I prayed.
When I was done, I told the nurse I was ready to help her. She gathered everything we needed to prepare cleaning his body, then proceeded in removing life support tubes.
It gave me peace to be able to spend that quiet time alone with him, I felt his happiness.
He sat beside me all the way home telling me to drive careful.
It's been two years and I still feel his presence. My life is empty and dreadfully painful without him. Those moments I spent with him was not enough, a lifetime I would never forget.
8/1/2020
Dusty Old Memories Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France