Love And Pain Poems - Poems about Love And Pain

He loved her like the last day of autumn — knowing she'd leave, but holding on as if his hands could change the season. She wasn’t just a chapter — she was the entire book he never finished, because he kept rereading the parts where she smiled. He built a world around her absence, talked to her like she still listened in the silence of 3 a.m....

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“what hurt the most?”, he asked. Struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to resurface I replied, “I’m not sure but, maybe it’s the fact that you didn’t hurt as much as I did, You were not the one churning through each of our memories late at night and wondering where it all went wrong, you were...

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Feel like im 1 of 1 in this torn apart world, if i turn cold thats undone seen with my past mistakes nothing new under the sun, someone else has sat in this place a world where we keep a loaded gun and a mask to cover our face from pain we easily run i guess were scared of...

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Life span expires around 100 That final flash behind the brain dies fast — If I could choose, I’d leave this fleeting land Beside the man I love, my lifelong friend. Yet fate is cruel; now I must live on, As if the one I love has gone away, Learning how to bear the restless storm, From someone long lost in my...

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My Heart ~ the pump station of my love, my affection. Like petals of a rose— the fulcrum of my fragrance... attracting kindred souls to my life, like bees and butterflies to a bloom. Rip my heart open— you won’t find anything else but goodness and kindness ~ the fabric that clothes my being. When broken— the pain is sharp and immense, like a twisting knife ripping a soul...

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He's a flirt with his anxieties, Collecting tauted nerves. She's a pen who haunts his remedies, And with these words she serves. He'll romanticize the painful, And unto pleasure, gain. Where a page was turned to tar, With her baneful, poisoned stain. All that glitters looks amiss, While they write together sin. Whereby lovers part by kiss, Muses part by apitoxin....

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A foolish heart will never learn The foolish heart often gets burnt It believes that love will conqueror all Overlook faults no matter how big or small It believes in fairy tales and loves first kiss Wizards, legends and magic exists Santa Claus and the Easter bunny Confetti, chocolates and flowers on Sunday I once knew a foolish heart every well Filled with hopes...

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Stoved-up city I’m a stoved-up man I keep on movin’ Just as best I can Joints are achin’ And my bones do creak My hands are shakin’ And I feel so weak I’m a stoved-up man ... Do the best I can ... I’m a stoved-up man ... Do the best I can...

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The candle trusted the flame, So warm, so near, so bright. It leaned into the dance of fire, Believing it was light. But love that flickers, fierce and fast, Can scorch what seeks to stay. Now wax runs down like falling tears, The flame still sways, while the candle melts away. Soon the flame too will burn out, For after we consume others, So are we...

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What kindles the fire that warms a cold heart? What sparks the imagination? What influences the mind to contemplate life? What unleashes the body's desires? Is it the beauteous setting of a tangerine sun? Or is it a leaf falling from an oak's bough? Is it the sudden, loud wail of life newly born? Or the tender embrace of love? Is it excitement...

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Wednesday, 2024.05.01 By May, 3 months passed, We enjoyed three day trips to the nature. We respected and polite towards each other. Somehow I started developing feelings for you. I knew from the beginning, Our relationship could not be further than this. I came up with an idea, By not going to your 2nd home. I stayed away to create some spaces, Like "Out of...

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In case I never write another poem again, here's what I've been thinking I've had a rough time wrestling with the rigid grooves inside my red hard, head - heading nowhere really, getting no place clearly, drearily coming to a head - where spine meets brain and runs its creviced terrain it spent too many hours of my life building. Beautiful though, isn't it? All of it...

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The new becomes old, and no one notice When the old was new, there was a motive To plan ahead and take liberation back When negros were mistreated and under attack Before then, we were royalty with a mighty purpose Before being enslaved by the ones who convinced us, we were worthless We were transformed from riches, and they took our...

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Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey. A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue. Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon. Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire. Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night. Passion rising like the souls of the departed. Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched? Where...

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Toxic notions, mixing up potions Bubble and boil, cauldrons toil. The words evade me, They could've made me - by now - but somehow, I forget what the words were I forgot I could speak, I became so weak, inside I was dying, I couldn't stop from crying, I wanted to run and hide. Perfection is just a reflection, An image...

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