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It’s hard to describe how deeply I’ve fallen in love.
The way I feel for you, I’ve never felt before.
It’s as if my heart is being guided from up above,
Telling my soul that you’re the one I’ve been looking for.
The first time we met, your eyes held such compassion.
I couldn’t help but notice how much you seemed to care.
For me, it wasn’t only physical attraction,
But the way your heart spoke and your willingness to share.
In the beginning, you said you just wanted to be friends.
You had many other things going on in your life.
You’d been burned before, and your heart needed time to mend.
You weren’t ready to rush into being someone’s wife.
I had always hoped that you would have grown to love me
And have the same feelings towards me that I had for you.
In my heart, I guess I knew it wasn’t meant to be.
The day you left, I knew there was nothing more I could do.
The Fountains mingle with the river
and the river with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With sweet emotion.
Nothing in this world is single;
All things by law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle,
Why not I with thine?-
Percy Bysshe Shelly, Loves Philosophy
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In dreams, I go to a garden of love-
There are so many beautiful flowers;
the sky above me is a robin blue,
and I wear a wedding dress,
of sweet ivory covered with pearls;
and I am walking up a pebble path.
A lovely chapel waits with doors open,
but when I reach it- the doors are locked;
and I am full of unrequited longing.
I back away from the chapel weeping,
and turning away I begin to run-
running, running through the garden of love.
The blue sky gone, now there is darkness,
the garden gone, now I am in a sad place.
And I fall to my knees- I am at his tomb,
the stone cold tomb of my eternal lover;
a lover who cannot return my embrace.
It is a one-sided obsession this love,
there is no romance, no sweet kisses;
a stone returns no love-
But tomorrow I will dream it again,
and forever, this unrequited love.
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November 28, 2016
Poetry/Verse/An Obsession Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-853-629-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Unrequited Love
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place
Her smile; could break a man and his strength strip
Her laugh; creating within him such a broken storm
Her cruelty; as then quells, this ardour of courtship
Her laugh; creating within him such a broken storm
Her righteousness unbroken since her highest birth
Her unrequited love; in his heart could not as warm
Her righteousness unbroken since her highest birth
Her un-realistic values worn across her open breast
Her need; to express upon him, her own self-worth
Her un-realistic values worn across her open breast
Her blindness; that forever, she cannot stand alone
Her battles; to keep her fortitude, as will never rest
Her blindness; that forever, she cannot stand alone
Her quest; to find who can carry her, when she falls
Her rights; to find a man, who can retain his throne
Her quest; to find who can carry her, when she falls
Her deliberation; to then challenge all those before
Her trust; to let him break down those sacred walls
Sonnet #1
A cloying scent this unrequited love
sad saccharine denial of its roots
harsh coo – the chortle of a fleeing dove
escaping from the nest of passion’s truths.
The fetid feel of limply touching hand
upon the fevered brow of stricken foe
erasing lovers footprints from the sand
believing that all tides must come and go.
Thus did the fever break, and I awake
alone upon the cold and sweat stained sheets
believing that all love is naught but fake
a masquerade of liar’s texts and tweets.
Has passion but succumbed to passion’s heat
or must all passions suffer such defeat?
11/5/2016
lines 3,4 and 13 have 10 syllables by my count
and 11 syllables by howmanysyllables.com count
Sonnet #2
And yet the heart of passion stilled will beat
upon the very walls that bid it flee
steadfastly stand and rally in retreat
a love that waits where passion went to sea
Lone footprints sadly circling tideless pools
scanning the silent surf for distant flame
passion in lustful search for passions fools
must meet a passion’s passion with the same
For pain is but the touchstone of this ruse
sweet proof that what was held was passion pure
dark pain that animates the passions muse
to bite the bloodied lip that must endure.
So does the sunrise climb to heat of day
while sunset in its cooling slips away.
11/6/2016
line 8 counted as 11 syllables by howmanysyllables
counted as 10 by me
//howmanysyllable seems to think that every apostrophe (‘s) adds a syllable//
Christ said to claim it in His name and it shall be given.
To praise the gifts of tomorrow and they will be revealed.
But even though my goal is pure
I feel like my heart is heavy in pity
The words I say aim to live like Him.
My true intent is to manifest His spirit,
to be as the the servant who died for my sins,
but my heart is lonely in this toil.
I wish to offer up this pain
and sacrifice my complaints to lead my loves
into a greater world of understanding.
But my body is numb from isolation
I plead with the world "Love me!"
Love me as me with out this changing.
Love me as I love you to erase the suffering.
If I am perfect as I am what is wrong with me?
Why can't you love me?
What happened over these years
that now I'm expendable?
Why am I unworthy now
but my deeds were good enough?
This world is lonely.
The leavings are long and goodbyes short.
Who will love me?
Who will understand that heaven is created
in the weight of our love?
My love must be wide
for we only bleed
as deep as we are willing to cut.
My tears have bled into a red sea.
Love is a word, too easily used
A mental state that's oft confused
No warning shot does Cupid let fly
Before his arrow strikes the bullseye.
It's thought Love spreads as a wildfire,
heated flames of uncontrolled desire.
It left behind a heart that was torched,
Wounded as if it had been scorched.
For admitted poems, there is no ill will
though uncomfortable as winter's chill
for contentment I've found on my own
No paramour do I seek nor do I condone
No longer a reason for a swain to linger.
Nor lyrics sung by a balcony singer
There's nothing I want that I don't have
Nor in need of ointment or healing salve
From a precipice no one should dare leap,
Fall from a steed, nor lose a night of sleep
Nor tumble further down into an abyss
while waiting for that unwanted kiss
Realize when it's time to just walk away,
Hold emotions you continue to display
No words of unrequited love written
will change a heart that is not smitten.
As bitter as these simple lines may sound,
It's an honest attempt to be honor bound
to reflect on love's hope, thus conceived
but not returned, so don't be deceived.
Move on to other flowers without regret
One who'll receive the honeybee and yet
accept the offer of love and have it returned
by one for which your destiny has yearned
When rejection eludes understanding
Anxiety places love on trial.
And you start pleading for just one more chance,
extrapolating Hope from denial.
A heart haunted by unrequited love;
begins drifting between Hope and disgust.
And pursuing fleeting shadows of joy,
it loses its ability to trust.
You must hold truth as a prerequisite
if love is to have any chance at all.
For, shackled to an inflated ego,
lies will only intensify your fall.
Reality seemingly disappears,
isolated within fanciful dreams.
And depression becomes your nemesis;
fueling frustration and silent screams.
Unfulfilled dreams morph into delusion:
resulting in an inward migration.
And walling off your heart, you're imprisoned;
in a fantasy of your creation.
As acid tears begin to dissolve Hope,
happiness starts slipping away once more.
And you want to turn back the hands of time:
so that everything could be as before.
search for me when
black are the
stars of midnight
for in every sunset
I see your name
in every moonlight
you feel
this restless flame
poetically fading into
rose-gold ruffles
of riddled reflections~
a spectral mirage
calming the
singing thunder
veiled beneath aching lungs
struggling to breathe
when the air feels
like scorching sorrow
infused with
rusts of regrets
gusts of gloomy garnets...
yet this heart
is a field of butterflies
a fragranced ambience
enhanced with empathy~
I forgive you for
turning my muse
into
a galactic garden
of
grieving geraniums
whilst you scroll
through the soul of these
s c a t t e r e d
lines of unrequited love
from a distance...
perhaps these woeful words
failed to reach
beyond your bleeding sighs
stuck in virtual pages
reminiscing moments
of magic
as I stand on the frayed edge
of
porcelain frames,
listening to turquoise tenors
while whirling waves
of memories
caress wind-swept
footprints
of
sundered soulmates~
and I long to be your dusk
where
wilted willows
s p r o u t
and
s w i r l
like emerald embers ...
I love you - was, your confession;
Did you love me - is my question.
You came in my life like a guest;
Being with me was real test.
You had pulled each of my foot-stride;
I shaped your fumbling steps with pride.
You forsook me in times of pain;
Waning your pains had been my gain.
Your vices fail your grand values;
For you, all these, I revalue.
Did I seek anything from you?
Why my wishes for you seem new...?
I don't complain, about you, yet;
Thank you for, all I from you, get.
Am I seized by you, I don't know;
You are a shadow that does grow.
We give vent to our feelings;
They're, yet, like seeping on ceilings.
Do my feelings visit you night?
Consider them nightmares; sleep... tight!
I love my self; you to do yours;
Let there be, at least, no borders.
Come and go whenever you want.
Like a ghost, you can, my life haunt...!
24 July 2022
“Years
have passed
since that day
under the fig
tree. Our promises
were countess. Your eyes had
shone and my voice was thick. You
stood on your toes and bit my nose,
sticking your tongue out in a challenge.
I'd accepted and pulled you so close that
it brought intoxicated clarity.
And then you were gone. Next morning a
letter waited on my table,
your words asking forgiveness.
Life has moved on, grey hair,
mortgage, two sons. But
Subhamita,
how could I
forget
You?”
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Form: Double Etheree
Date: 08 / 11 / 2016
Contest: Unrequited Love
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron