Short Loveless Poems
Short Loveless Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Loveless by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Loveless by length and keyword.
I know how I feel about you
But I don't know how you feel about me
It doesn't really matter
Because I know we'll never be.
Form:
Bouquet in your hand
Loveless love I tend
Except smile
Don't leave file
Broken wall please mend!
-July 19, 2018 Chattogram
I was hurt and couldnt feel.
Everything seemed fake
so unreal.
When i thought I couldnt go any farther,
you came and rescued me.
She's raping me
She's all I'm sad
She taking me to
anger mad
That all my love
is things she has
For buns of steel
and heart of brass
Once flushed rosy red within autumn's bed
By kisses, merry and true,
Then made to undress by winter's loveless caress,
Is now a breathless blue hue.
Red Rose the symbol
lovers dream for love only
Loveless heart unknown
Love, my love has grown pale.
Lovelorn is alarming me, I fear loveless
Even though I have accepted lovesick.
Love I applaude you, you've thought me well.
Sweethearts swarm like bees
Stinging my loveless core
sCUPIDity!
Glenn L. Sentes
For Olajide Adelana's STORY OF VALENTINE Contest
02-02-12
Wanting to have love,
Yet love always eludes me.
I see the lovers smile.
Tears roll down my cheek.
Knowing that I am alone,
Make the days seem much longer.
A pen without ink
Loveless heart speaks nothing in
A Bird flies no wings
For love we woo,
say I do when
so few are found -
loveless, alone,
hold their phone like
a bone, body,
part of their skin,
never kin with
a winning heart.
Pieces – Broken dreams injected into the soul of a loveless man, blown apart dejectedly
Entered into Black Eyed Susan's "Pieces" contest
3/5/2013
if one’s relationship has become just routine, consider~leaving
life is too short; staying in an loveless relationship is ~unwise
Alexis Y
02/12/2022
destined for lonely,
broken at heart.
my love isn't here,
and we are always apart.
the sound of the empty,
the carelessly lonely,
force cries of desperation,
that emanate horribly.
Form:
The real truth in the fairtale
The nightmare within
The trick of the heart
The lies of the soul
And until I can find a place where i can truely believe in love
I will forever be loveless
Form:
Lovers talk a lot
about forever,
about loveless life
without the other
and about being
the truest lover.
And they mean it
every minute
before a fight, divorce
or whatever!
Empathy
is a glove
that in us
fits
sympathy
it's like freely speech
frankly, lovely
from a mother ...
antipathy
it's like storming monday
without money
jobless
and loveless ...!
Omnifarious cancers
Appear to elutriate the air
To the sharp turning leaves of parsimony
as fallacious acts brand us
and the flourishing hunger
betwixt our passionate fidelities
with loveless hues of death
As i struggle to open this world
I find:
Two lives lived
beauty that has never shed
a withered leaf that always bleeds
as my only life with the realest of friends
i watch them and my heart honestly leave
Comfort, luxury and accumulated wealth is nothing
Promise of beauty to the garden is spring in the offing
Separated from soul a body is of no avail
Without love life is not worth living
Inside a room
Of book-lined gloom
And loveless life:
He sits and reads
And never heeds
Friend or wife.
For he prefers
Book characters
Who gradually
Begin to speak—
They walk—boards creak—
Fond company.
From the depths it pains
How wretched a loveless heart
Broken and empty
Just a forsaken vessel
Relic to a love long lost
Contest: Traditional Tanka
Sponsored By: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot
Written: 5/27/2016
No one to laugh with
No one to talk to
Nobody out there for me
Friendless
Loveless
Alone is my story
I cry at night sometimes
It can get pretty painful
Nothing can be done to stop it
I am alone
That is my destiny.
Lifeless?
Somehow not known
Your eyes died
I could see your soul
Youless?
It just can not be
I can see you here
But you can’t see me
Loveless?
Never, never will that be
My soul feels your presence
Eternally.
Loveless like a salt lake
or a dry thunder making a
big fuss about its
potential, loveless like an
inflated ego that pumps its
chest with
empty air, loveless like rain
that drops to kiss the lake
goodbye, salt upon salt.