No love lost
all these 32 years
still lobbing grenades
shielding the tears
A heart cannot heal
'til the anger's let go
throw the weapons away
he's no longer the foe
Ah! but where is there to run to my love?
When our moon comes crashing down
What edifice will shelter us?
Or find a citadel indestructible
We feel apart at the seams
And what happened, happened
Beyond our worst dreams
So come swim in the rising tides
And sing our final goodbyes
Here comes the moon
This time to darken
Not to light
My heart doesn't quit loving
If you walk away I know I meant
nothing
Everything I try to make better
between us I fail
Love lost is always something I trail
For you I will walk a million miles
For you I will defend you in any trial
for my love remains the same
This I'll tell you is not a game
By LaKendra Watts
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If you were to die tomorrow,
No tears would I shed,
I’d laugh at your lifelessness,
And the blood you have bled,
I’d admire your heart that no longer pumps,
How your soul is pure black,
And your pulse strikes no thumps.
If you were to die tomorrow,
No tears would I shed,
I’d smile at your suffering,
And the afterlife you dread,
I’ll be touched by the tear still stuck in your eye,
How your life will be gone,
And still… No sighs.
If you were to die tomorrow,
No tears would I shed,
I’d find satisfaction from you paleness,
And your life I had shred,
I’d dance on the earth that is now free of you,
How you’re almost lifeless and gone,
And my hatefulness stays true.
I like being the guy no one can have. I’m strong for not only myself but for those who I surround myself with. I will not put up with people who try to push me around and tell me what to do. I’m my own person, I can handle things myself. If you’re in my life you’re in it for a reason. Those who were left in my past were left there on purpose. I don't need you to live my life. I love many, but trust few. best friends are those for a reason, they are there for you when you need someone to talk too, someone to hug, someone to keep you company, and someone to stick by you and be strong for you even when you can't be strong for yourself. I live my life for myself, and for no one else. I will do whatever it takes to reach my dreams no matter how hard or how long it will take to get there. I am young, I am wild, & I am free.
Love poems, how trite they become.
Their hackneyed themes we want to scream.
We purposely shy away from
That genre, teeming so it seems
With grandiloquent, large supplies
Of conjured words with empty rings
Of cheating hearts and love that dies.
Ad nauseam is all it brings.
We wish just once that we could read
Where love’s expressed differently:
Brand new verses that supersede
Love’s banal themes in poetry.
Love-lost poems are sickening
But most of all they are boring.
You left me Ha!
Off you go
You think I need you
Hit the road
I can find someone else
To walk on my chest
You weren’t that good
You’re certainly not the best
I’ve seen a manikin wearing thong
But on you girl it looked all wrong
Just to let you know your underarms had a serious pong
And I’d rather kiss the likes of King Kong
As for your bra size
I could rent them out as two unfurnished flats
Don’t forget when you leave
To take your witch’s hats
Your brooms ahead of you girl
With my shoes up the ass of your black cat
When you were young you must have been a scary child
buy the way is that hair real makes you look all wild
You call that a weave or was it a perm
Either way it made me squirm
I always knew that I was too good for you
Consider this note expressing that we through
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