History Sad Love Poems

I never knew that I could hurt
So bad till I saw you flirt
With a girl behind the bar
Smiling brightly like a star
I was gonna get...

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Oh La Malinche
A woman of two lands 
In your hands laid the destiny of two lands
The choice was yours to make
To choose which land it...

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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 caught me off-guard-- my outburst of copious tears! 
For Margaret Ann Brady's heartbreak over the years :(


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In reaction to this historical fiction book:

Voyage on...

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She used to try and make me jealous 
then I would chase her around 
love the attention that develops 
then she’d go and put me...

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History runs deep, and it’s too late to rewrite
We were gasoline soul mates — friction ignites. 
With persistent anger that destroys my virtue
Sharpened tongue, time-thickened...

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Gold is your time…
In your eyes, it stretches into your past! 
…so long and deep it reaches. 
It crests and transcends. 
To mark the age...

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Feeling exhausted
by addiction to integrity.

But, prefer this sad loved addict
to being self-indicted
for lack of win/win integrity;
total investment 
in lose/lose nihilistic
fascistic disintegrity,
disintegration.

Addiction to dicked down
synergetic passion
seems...

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Separation can be the death of a loving relationship, 
but can resurrection come too? 
Can one give a reprieve from
Braking bonds that bind. 

Threads that...

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I wanted but to write 
In blindness and in sight, 
A poem for nobody to read, 
Except my Annabel Lee, indeed . 

A poem she...

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Yes, for survival of relationships-acceptance is the key 
though recently he takes all on and anyone but me
Ignorance is tough to bare when inkling rejection
and...

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Poets: Tzeblon Ft Paciolo Pen Saint Ft Abisola


Where numbers were wished to become valuable notes,
barrows are made to carter their northern struggles,
butterflies dare not tread...

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Mississippi 1954 

"Don’t you bring that no good 
      So and so 'round here. 
If you bring him to ma...

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Savoring kisses and healing wounds...
Lost in time when it comes to you...
I am grateful for the memories...
Knowing our time has become history...
I failed once or...

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Time looked like everything,
Time is partly everything,
Time is the worst part of every misery,
And I mean every misery;
Time looks like the guns, the tanks, the...

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