Love Hurts Personification Poems | Examples
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I have always been stubborn, cliff walls rising against the world
I don’t budge.
Your river carves through me slowly but steadily
I used to begrudge you your freedom
Now I envy you.
I wish you could take me with you
I watch time and you pass
We’re wasting time.
I know now that I love you
Your arms rope me into your wild dance
I love it.
I think you swept me away with your current
I didn’t realize how wide the gorge was
You carved me away.
Don’t leave me now or I will have nothing left
Loving you is like loving a special friend a confidante a person with more value and more
Worth than any gold can buy
But feeling sad with you is like a ton of rocks falling from the sky hitting left and right
But worst of all the hurt of you with someone else is more than I could ever chew a bitter taste that makes it so hard to digest a feeling of defeat sorrow and lack of understanding
Thinking to yourself dam maybe something isn’t wrong with me maybe it’s them it’s a weird world we live in where people give you mix signals you will never know what’s Farce and what is now the truth
Love can tear you apart or bring you together
It depends on every situation and movement that has either empowered you or set you back Whatever how this resonates to you always keep a eye out on the sheep who wear wolf clothing this is how people come sweet then deceiving but once you know the cycle you know not to be a fool and fall into the many traps of love it can make you or break you it’s your choice to choose that right Contender who will put up a fight just for your love
It still hangs there,
there on the back of my door.
“Wa d’y lev ut thur?” I can hear you say
in that Chatterley-esque accent of yours,
rippling through me.
“It’s so I can smell you”
I’d reply if I could:
a waft and scent of your neck,
hair… whenever I’d leave the
room. When I’d enter it.
If I just pass by.
I’d tell you that, at night, my arms
loosen their flesh and peel on the cotton,
a needle sews blood afresh into my seams.
At night, the zipper puts my chest back
together and holds my knocking heart in
place…. my ribcage ivory buttons, poached.
My beard grows longer to the left, matching the
lopsided drawstring I pulled in a prank. At night,
the frayed knitting weaves its way into my arm hair.
The smattering of chest hair that made you laugh is now
indistinguishable from where a sewing machine once clamped
shut. At night my fingers become the tips of each sleeve – just out
of reach of your hand
but forever trying.
“It still hangs there” I’d tell you, if I could,
“there on the back of our door.”
It hangs there, it hangs there
still
I am scared
of this heart so fragile
of this heart so weak
infirm
like an eggshell
frail and brittle is my heart
easily broken
quickly shaken
please do not nibble
blood will dribble
and the heart will break
and love will turn to pain.
Drencho POET Loads
Have become friends
Love
and
Truth
Have become enemies
Cheating
and
Dishonesty
Love's identical twins.
Letter E: enemy of love is truth.
Drencho POET Loads.
She was a tigress but not cruel
Her long uniform stripes to some distasteful
She chose to display it grandly
For to such a life she was grateful.
She chased her prey in play
She also preyed to kill
Her stripes never changed colour
But some thought one day it will.
In her life there was good and evil.
Let me rewind to what had come to pass
Her cubs she fed to their fill
Each day a new flavour till one day...
She left them at the dead elephant carcass
Before the mid-morning heat she was gone
At water's edge the cubs kept playing till dawn
Many players came there thirst drawn
Amongst them the cubs learnt to carry on.
For she was a tigress of wilderness not culture born.
Yeah we met and it started out great
We didn’t need words – we were in sync
But then something went wrong and it all came apart
That synchronisation started to fade
I thought it would be love at first sight
But I got it all wrong and then started a fight
- That I never knew how to end
Was I missing something or did I just misunderstand?
Cause every time I turned left, you would go right
I would reach out and you retracted your hand
In reality it all lasted about a second
But to my heart it was like a lifetime of heartache, confusion and disappointment
And worse of all – you never even cared
Or maybe you did? I don’t know
Never seemed like it…
Baby you were my everything
But you broke me, you changed me, you replaced me
I never expected to like you or even Love you
But I did
I gave you my everything, my every feeling, my every thought, my every second
I liked the feeling, I was happy, and you were Perfect
Only you weren’t
I just didn’t know what you did behind my back…
Was any of it true?
Was I worth anything to you?
Blood caused by love
but can love cry the same tears I cry ?
or
it only causes pain ?
or
love hurts until deep into body-vein ?
or
love makes one to be hurt ?
instead
of making one with joy fat ?
Oh no !
this love does not do its job
nor
does it bring to somebody peace
instead
one chases heart's broken piece
because of love
the same love that we love the most
we get hurt
full of tears our faces are wet
because
of
love.
Drencho POET Loads.
Many things you don't do
You wonder if you should
Many things you do do
You'd undo if you could
Think of what you don't do
And would you, if you could
Careful what you do do
On you, it might look good
Think of what you would do
In someone else's place
Remember what you do do
Redeem it just in case
In the still of the night
In the still of the night when love feels real
And the night is a time to feel those deals
Because the night is a time when love fines comfort
when those feelings of loneliness are confronted.
The night is truly the time to think,
When love is their and then you blink.
And in an instance that moment of love has gone,
Gone past the minutes of ones so torn.
So if love fines you in the moment of time,
Just clear your mind and find,
A time to ponder of the lost love of time.
I wish I was young
What can I hear
Taunts
Fricken life
What is happening
Happy childhood
Morning flying
Crying over past memories
What do I do now
I can’t fly
I am sick
Help me
For the lesson of God
Maverick Lord
I am asleep
For youse