Lonely Sad Love Poems | Examples
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Don’t misunderstand me.
When I say I’m only human
I mean
I can no longer stand
your brutal silence.
I can no longer be
your emotional punching bag.
Don’t misunderstand me.
When I say I’ve been busy
I mean
I have been depressed,
bored,
lonely —
falling asleep to Grey’s Anatomy reruns
on the sofa.
Don’t misunderstand me.
When I say I can’t meet you
I mean
it’s not possible
to look at you another minute
without touching you.
Don’t misunderstand me.
When I say it’s late
I mean
my shattered heart
cannot drag my body
out of this bed —
this bed
that has become my tomb.
Secondly I had loved a man much better
Than the first who had left me so bitter.
He was as much a genius, a pipefitter,
But eventually I fell out of love years later.
He was more dedicated to his work though,
To the point I felt out of his lifestyle's flow.
He made me feel lonely at home eventually,
So I tried to return to my first, unfortunately.
Then his controlling nature showed more,
But I was so codependent I could never soar.
Our love had slowly but surely dissipated,
As I began to lose belief in love being fated.
I know the way I left both had hurt them,
But to be fair I was addicted to their venom:
Their possessiveness, their need for control,
I tolerated it all to the point it took its toll.
A single tear is all I can give,
For my body is drained of that pleasure.
I’m too weak to remember the years I lived,
Or the days too heavy to measure.
So where does that leave me falling?
What is it that could cure me?
A single walk would tell me nothing -
But at least for a moment I’d be free.
Thinking how all those weeks went by so fast; now long in past.
Cry alone for how we are so far apart; we may fall apart.
Lonely 'cause I miss somebody; whom I love more than I love me.
She rises amidst the morning fire
Longing for the dreadful desire
Longing and lonely as a star mourning
Again and again she desires
She desires as much as fire
Fire upon fire hungrily stands
Outstretched in columns
It descends, swooping overhead
Outstretched beyond it’s limits
She apprehends and condemns
The utmost decision;
She befriends.
So many good acquaintances-- I wish I could get to know
Alas, we're kept apart-- cuz I made them think I'm too weird, though :(
I wanted you
You needed me
Together we stayed
It was how it came to be
Some good times
A lot of fights
Worried days
Sleepless nights
To many wrong decisions
Never feeling right
So lonely
As a pair
We stay together
But are never near
Whatever we had
Whatever we do
When was it love
For me or for you
Lying next to each other
Both feeling cold
We never talk
It always showed
I should leave you
And let you go
But you cry
Needing me still shows
It's not a life
I don't know
When was it love
I don't know
Always questions
Answers are unfair
Lying next to me
I want you near...
We straddle saddles
the distant horizon of homes
Unabashed Broke back Mountains
I see many black coats
Going down the stairs.
But he was not there.
I patiently wait,
I plainly contemplate.
When will he come and seal my fate?
The song of the Wippoorwill
cries to the sky above.
Lonely was he, looking for his
long lost love.
Lovely sounds that resonate.
Wishing for his long lost mate.
Each night he wonders why?
His calls, unanswered with
no reply.
Oh where my love are you
tonight?
I'm calling, calling till morning
light.
His little heart cant take much
more.
It is she, that he adores.
Evenings are long as he still
waits.
Time well tell his coming fate.
In his search he did not know.
His Love, another, Whippoorrwill
stole.
I love, I live
by M. Griswold
04182020
I love, I live in an interim of time, a moments rhyme.
One foot forward and a foot behind, suspended in time.
A place not past nor future tense but of a middle space.
My spirit caught in the center of an existence's grace.
Crying for that which I have cheaply given away.
Longing for that which I will surely gain someday.
But for now I have such an amount of little either.
I live and love in stillness's shallow nowhere neither.
Multiple zones of which I'm a single resident apart.
They tear at me and my fragile, pale, lonely heart.
When will my cuckoo clock start to tick in whole.
So that I may live and love as one fully, solid soul.
A woman catches lonely Jim's eye, but she tells him...
she's taken, yet he stubbornly fights to win her affection
That's Jim, he always wants something he can't have
There is hidden in the night
a pretty madness
You can find her, you can hold her
in a dream of sullen sadness
As you sleep beneath the one remaining star.
You are bidden from some height
of petty feeling
To condemn her and to scold her
just to send your vengeance reeling
Then you wake no longer knowing who you are.
You'll be ridden of the light
You'll be stronger, you'll be bolder
You'll be leaping through the ceiling
When your mind's driven afar.
You are nothing, you are nil;
Of complaint you've had your fill
You have given up all will
To forgive, to love, to kill.
...and then in darkness feelings wane
as hearts in bleeding tear drops fall
too deep the pains of midnight call
when lonely hours come again
...and then as whispers fill the night
the songs of distant love remain,
but memories of fervid pain,
indebted loss we must requite
...and then again in mortal sin
as in love's name to right the score
the evil thoughts will come once more
but never will our heart give in
when softest pillowed words imbue
a warm caress ...for then comes you
04/24/2017
I loved our time together late at night
Love's sanctuary in each others arms
Unwinding and unraveling what's tight
Those years I spent succumbing to your charms
Initially, those hills we climbed were rough
Our boundaries were drawn with compromise
That look you gave me when you'd had enough
Approval of my worth in ardent sighs
But now to mem'ries I've become a slave
Each day I live, I pray to be my last
To sleep beside you even in my grave
Reclaiming love that saved me in the past
The love you gave still warms my broken heart
It's lonely picking up the scattered parts.
an original poem by Daniel Turner