Short Dying Love Poems
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willows weeping
white doves wail
wild wind blowing
black clouds sail
broken dreams
torn and tattered
tomorrows hopes now
trashed and shattered
dying love
don't give up
pray to god
and be tough
Written June 13, 2016
you are like my favorite drugs .....you a treat to my life, and like a cancer you are killing me slowly.... yet you make each moment with you one to always remember...like heroine i cant seem to get enough of you cos i never satisfied
Form:
Our love is but a chilled shiver from a forgotten breeze,
Stunned neck hairs prickling to the touch.
Our love is but a happy memory,
Sweet to the mind, numb to the tongue.
Our love is a place called home to me,
How far away we’ve traveled from.
Good night my Love
Dream of the morrow
Sleep tight my Love
Know not of sorrow
Sleep well my Love
our true path is narrow
Good cheer my Love
see Cupid’s sweet arrow
All’s well my Love
hear songs of the sparrow
Take care my Love
I‘ll see you in shadow
Long stemmed sun kissed glory
Always and forever
Susnshine befalls me now
To Mommy from Rosey
Incredibly knowing of my tastes
Never dying love
Good-hearted girl
In response to my mother's day gift of a long-stemmed beautiful yellow rose and
home-made creative card
By Susan Mills
Shadows cross the land
Animals scurry
Hiding beneath the sand
Races look into each others hollow faces
Casting shadows in the wind
Lies are the new accessory
For the modern woman
Refusing what is real
Captive to the fear
Dancing to the beat of dragon wings
Denying who we are
What can restore our dying love
Who can heal our wounded psyches?
A burning sky
a sinking ship
a dying love
a fading smile
a fleeting shadow
a tearful eyes
a quiet heart
a mumbling soul
a shooting star
a failed promise
a dead brother
a broken mirror
a shattered heart
a lost mind
a ticking bomb
a staring choice,
chose life
don't blame anyone,
be yourself
things happen...
get use to it.
I’ll remember
You will not,
In fact you didn’t care a lot
About our past
Or all the things
Which didn’t last.
Are you hurting?
You are not,
In fact it didn’t mean a lot
To you, the fuss
When dying love
Destroyed us.
I needed us
You did not,
In fact you didn’t care a jot.
At last I see a broken dream
Releasing me.
I’ll be gone when you wake,
Maybe you’ll miss me
For the good times’ sake.
I was that girl...in the shadows
of an ever-dying love.
I was that girl...searching for God
just begging for help from above.
I was that girl...in the darkness
trying to find my way.
I was that girl...raised in violence
and then selfishly thrown away.
I was that girl...full of anger
for the past and all of the pain.
I was that girl....but now I'm not
and I'll never be her again.
Form:
I'll remember,
you will not.
In fact you didn't care a lot
about our past
or all the things
which didn't last.
Are you hurting?
You are not.
In fact it didn't mean a lot
to you, the fuss
when dying love
destroyed us.
I needed us,
you did not.
In fact you didn't care one jot.
At last I see a broken dream
releasing me.
I'll be gone when you wake.
Maybe you'll miss me
for the good times' sake.
In Memory of You
So that even if my moribund mind fails
to show your fading beautiful face again,
you shall glow eternally in these trembling words.
By no means hollow are the choicest crowns
this dying poet does bestow on his cherished lover.
1st Prize, Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme Contest
Date: November 5 2021
Here I lie
Left here to die
By those considered allies
So today is the day love dies
Harden the heart
Deaden the soul
Let your heart grow cold
But wait my advice should not be heeded
For I am not what you needed
Don't be like me
Be wise and see
That the love in your heart is what makes you good
Don't put on the darkness' hood
For the day love dies
Is the day the soul dies
And i don't want that for you my dear child
Our love, once like two vibrant leaves
Vigorous, lively, and vital;
Both clinging in a summer breeze
Beautiful and ornamental.
But time passes and our love died
Not unlike autumns foliage
Losing its vivaciousness-dried,
Withering in an outdoor stage
Where the slightest breeze sets them free
And separate but to perish.
Our love like the leaves on the tree
Where once it had thrived and flourished
Now a feeling in its last throes
Feebly lingering to let go.
I watched as
she seemed to wretch away
when his fingers touched her skin
The petrol drizzled flowers
and past due chocolates
to pay for every bruise
how many never agains were too much
another drunken lurch
bruises elevated to breaks
His key in the door
my mothers involuntary shakes
I remember when she could raise
her eyes above the horizon line
i remember when
her dead doll eyes
had an inward shine
I will never be him
and will never forgive
love for its crime