Sad Love Poems | Examples of Sad Love Poetry

neon flickers pink, cherry blossoms broken glass—— I drank the false moon....

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You crawl under my skin Again, uninvited this time Drinking my sorrow Your tail whips around my heart Drawn in by the cold Darkness you know so well To look but not to touch A sad spectacle to visit But visit is all Soak up vulnerability Bathe in the grief Wash off, walk home Leave me with the well Where undrinkable water lives Crumbs to decorate it Furtive missives of...

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You didn't want to help me reassemble The puzzle pieces of my broken heart. You didn't want to see how we resemble A couple turning the page for a new start....

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Don't go please I beg Be strong girl you said You left me in the med Took ahead your steps Tell me why please ! I dreamt abt sitting with you beside river I want you to come closer Wanna put my head on your shoulder Just wanna be your lover I thought I found you as a treasure But you...

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How Long a wait will my weak feet endure? For many years On your snub I still wail. Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure; Your Elegance I still cannot but hail. Your words Often fail to convey passion, Your heart Remains closed off to compassion, Since you Heave out too little in response, Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce. With...

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(Verse 1) I remember the chill in the air, When you said goodbye, like you didn’t care. Your words cut deep, left me bare, But I stayed silent, pretending I was fine. You walked away, said you needed space, That freedom would bring you back to grace. But in your eyes, I saw a trace Of something we couldn’t leave behind. (Pre-Chorus) I thought I’d...

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Only the river knows... the unfinished song my heart holds. Only the river knows... the whispers still heard on every wind blow. And still... The river flows onward from yesterday's woes....

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You broken my heart Before we could even start. You seen my feelings As objects, pieces of art. Your choice of words are so tart....

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shield me from the world, my beautiful curtain, shield me from prying eyes shield me from the horrors of this universe, and all their pretty lies. the world sees how beautiful you are, my curtain, they see how much i adore you. they see your worth within your piece of cloth, of flowers and textures through and through. yet they don’t know the...

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"Silence Faded with a Soft Embrace" ...

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our heroes went to war also know what there fighting for, to give there life's to keep us safe to fight along to save human race. in our hearts we remember you know one knows what they really went through, to stand and fight and brother in arms, to pray to god as know its bad, remember the day...

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With these rings, we said, "I do," Never planned to play the fool. Too young to grasp loves weight, Too blind to heed its rules. We were D—drifting, never devoted. We were I—insensible, inconsiderate. We broke our Vows, splintered trust. We were O—reckless, outrageous. We were R—tangled, bitter root. We were C—careless, never committed. We were E—estranged, unraveling fast. A word we swore would never be...

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The other woman lives inside of you; I can see her silhouette in your eyes. Her tendons twist through yours, interwoven, down through your fingertips, I see her there. The other woman lives inside of you, I can hear her hungry heart through your chest Her whispers bleed like poison through your mind, echoing in your voice, I hear her...

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I can't blame anyone, not even the one you love I'm sure you both have stories to fill pages with— about how you met and fell for each other I do not have the right to claim you, so the question of hate seems outrageous My nights are haunted by the dead and the living You are a beacon I always...

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He loved me before I broke. Back when he could hold me and my shattered pieces would remain whole, instead of slipping through his fingers like weightless sand. He loved me. But his hands were the orifice of the hourglass, and when the last grain of my sanity fell to his feet, he knew— our time was up. ...

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