Beauty Sad Love Poems

The Haunting of the Moon


She comes when the Moon is heavy
With wishes from many a maid
Who with passionate longing,
Their dreams upon it laid

She comes when...

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A Love Not Worthy of 

I carry in my dreams in the corridors of my mind,
In the maze which is my life, a picture of...

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Exquisite Athenian goddess bronzed, a creation from God’s own hand,
Sculptured in your mother’s womb, that suckled Beauty from her breast,
As she gently fondled dreams to...

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My steps are not too distant from yours 
...and yours 
illuminating offers of respect, 
removing doubtful intentions.

look around when crashing down
I am beside you, waiting...

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It was a winter evening, the sun had to go early.
I could hear the cry of our dear cat, his sunken eyes wished
to tell a...

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I am in awe of her beauty,
a laugh that lights a room,
a presence that can't be ignored.
I am caught and can't escape.

She is out of...

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I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken, 
echoes a promise that we...

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How unfair should the world be,
To let me see beauty,
Yet use it against me?

Those eyes, 
I thought liked to look at me.
To look at me...

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Without a brake in sight,
Like a relentless flood, I might.
My emotions overflow,
Defying reason's flow.
I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write,
I'm...

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Death by gypsy violin
Will push you out then pull you in
Requiem for a burning pyre
Raising twilight ashen choir

Up beyond that frozen place
Up beyond all time...

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In shadows cast upon a broken soul, 
A tale unfolds of love's relentless toll, 
A male lover once ablaze with fervent fire, 
Now gripped by...

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I'll be lying to myself
and regret it until death...
who do I choose Deborah or Kathleen?
I can't choose and get stuck in between.
Can either one of...

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Her tears drag down like hailstorms - 
  leaving welts across her face. 

Her shrieks & cries for help -
  have driven everyone...

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Bucolic

Bucolic, what a word.
I learned it from John Lloyd.
A poem like this, is it absurd?
And will it get you annoyed?

Imagine the grassy countryside.
The milk &...

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