Long Pain and love Poems
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Love that I see so deeply within his eyes
Words not being spoken, yet I hear every word he's said
Moments taking place so that I realize what I'm feeling is real and far from being in disguise
Trusting that my heart is so done with being bled
Feelings through everything we both have dealt with and still the love for him is not dead but
very much alive
The kind of emotions to where I lose control upon him looking at me let alone to feel his touch
Passion between the two of us so strong he's the only one to which can bring that out in me
so ravenously that sweet surrender only he can provide
Knowing this time with him is what I've longed for so much
Sweet pain and love to which becomes one in the same
Time at this moment I feel there's nothing to lose and everything to gain
Bewitching movements that takes ones' breath away
Sensuality brewing so high no one or nothing can bring me down
Hoping I will continue to feel the same even after today
Excasty full filed for both he and I
Time has now again captured another sweet memory made as he raptures me with his arms
all around
Leaving me to believe that true love never dies
sunlight on the son,
shining like a star.
king of the world,
the man from afar.
his army of peace,
come to stop the war.
a hint to the rich,
a hand to the poor.
the princely posture,
standing nice and straight.
the life that we live,
will come down to fate.
let the magic free,
dancing like a fool.
we all have to have,
some kind of fuel.
The night falls like snow,
lying on the bed.
and doing those things,
that turns a face red.
Don't try to know why,
life is confusing.
sometimes it is nice,
not the abusing.
Only time will explain,
why there's pain and love.
and when we will meet,
this god from above.
Blacks and blues, a cruel kindness,
A paradox that leaves us blindless
Words that wound but also heal
A mix of pain and love we feel.
Ink blots spill onto the page,
A canvas of our inner rage,
Delight and sorrow are intertwined.
A reflection of the human mind.
Each stroke is a story to be told.
Secrets are hidden yet unfold
In the ink, we find release.
A way to cope, a sense of peace.
The blots become a crafting art.
A glimpse of what's within our hearts
A reminder of the ups and downs,
And how we wear our battle crowns.
So let the ink spill on the page.
Let it be a cathartic stage,
For in the blots, we find our way,
To live again, another day.
Written: June 08, 2023
A surreal vision
dreamlike and bizarre.
I felt as if I were in the throes
of a turbulent blazing blizzard,
a throbbing pulsating migraine
almost static in fermentation.
It gnawed intensively at my innards,
atrocious labor pains.
She put a small wet warm towel
Right on my forehead.
Then relief.
A calming of the spirit,
ethereal, soft, relaxing.
A vision of vastness
dotted by languid lakes,
rippling rivulets,
autumn-colored trees,
eternal waterfalls,
and myriads of emigrating geese.
I slept, feeling you besides me,
warm, homely, and satisfying.
Precisely why I loved you.
22 April 2021
Placed 1
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
As cold as my heart is
For a moment I felt heat around it
Could it be he managed to morph me
To something I never dreamt to be
Something sweet, something weak
Something I fear to, on the mirror meet.
Was it the hug so warm to me
That it balanced my homeostasis.
Was it the kiss so passionate
That he began by caressing my cheek
Perhaps when he put on mine his lips
When he slowly, soothingly pleased
My rarely touched skin
I began to have emotions, feelings.
Sudden joy and pain and love and hate trips
Oh dang! What had I done?
Now I look back and beg
To go back in time and rectify
What did not go according to plan
To the me that never cared
To myself which was ne'er fair
To that evil and ugly monster'ess
To as cold as my heart ...was
By Neptune
Its pools of elastic black oil
that pulls lines and curves
spaces pausing words
a flick of a tale
a flick of a tail
tendrilled T's that stretch and yawn
U's that capture like cups
O's that don't stop or start
slytherin squiggles of serpentine s's
i hang a hammock between too Y'S
not too wise
without the h would it urt
scratching scrawls that screech of something soulless
feathered fails and faltered falls
scripts of pain and love that came before
lies that slip the silence
truths that never shared
Hope that just hopped by
Fear pulled sorry by the ear
until it shed a tear
Eating away at the hate
What words will i let go
which will i store for another
Which sword is wrnog
which rite is write
THE SHADOW OF SPITE
You smile at me with eyes of
stone,
And leave me standing all alone.
You twist the truth to play your
game,
And try to ruin my good name.
I see the trap you want to set,
But I will break your heavy net.
You watch my life and wish for
tears,
To feed your own dark, hidden
fears.
You fake a smile but hide a
knife,
To bring hard times into my life.
You thrive on pain and love to
fight,
And block out my my happy light.
But I will stand and face your
test,
And give myself some peace
and rest.
Your cruel words will start to
fade,
And ruin all the plans you made.
I'll step away and shut the door,
So you can't hurt me anymore.
this is about pain and love
when i listen to myself
i hear bitterness, anger,
longing, hurt
frozen in time,
never aging
i was 25 years younger
46 years later,
i’m 21 years older
i never think of him as
what he’d be like today
never about “what if” now
it’s always then
everything was black or white
half good, half not so much
the good was shared,
the rest, rarely
he had all the control
like everyone else,
i waited for his next move,
his direction
on the rare occasions
he needed a lamb
i was the one
on the alter
when we said “see you later”
for the last time
he knew we would never
see each other again
and that he screwed up
i could see it in his eyes
hear it in his voice
there was so much unfinished
he didn't know
who or what else to be
he was reflective,
as if asking,
“does it have to be this way?”
if he had asked
i wouldn’t have had an answer
i wanted more
of what little there was
and or at least some of
what i didn’t get
that was never
going to be possible
i’ve finally come to terms
it’s been a long goodbye
The clouds above me darken, as I sit here reminiscing about my past.
It's a challenge to invest in and build relationships that are not meant to last.
Some memories are pleasant, others not so much.
Recalling your last touch.
Indeed, I'm trying to learn from my mistakes.
No matter how long it takes.
I've seen it all before, we've decided to go our separate ways.
In a matter of minutes, in a season of rage, the decision is given.
Shall we find it in our hearts to one day, be forgiven.
How did we get here, replacing hate with love?
Touching the sky above.
Unknown it is to me, the fantasy of a happy ending.
Maybe we were both pretending.
It all only exists in fairytales, played during innocence.
I no longer have a guilty conscience.
We both failed, each other, staying out of convenience.
Yes, people experience pain and love, at times, together.
But today I realize that nothing, lasts forever.
Half empty love, a bitter truth,
A tale of pain and love uncouth,
Of relations that failed to last,
Of hearts that shattered like broken glass.
Flipped coins and cents of life,
A gamble that caused us strife,
A love that promised joy and bliss,
Now just a memory that we miss.
We thought we had it all,
A love that would never fall,
But soon it crumbled to the ground,
A painful ending that left us bound.
Back-stabbing and hurtful words,
A love that flew away like birds,
A trust that was broken and betrayed,
A love that died, and memories fade.
Now we're left with half-empty hearts,
Trying to make sense of broken parts,
Wondering if love was ever true,
Or just a dream we once pursued.
But through the pain, we'll find a way,
To love again, and see a brighter day,
To learn from past mistakes and strife,
And find a love that's worth the flip of life.