Short Pain And Love Poems
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A rose falls on the sore wound
Healing the deep agony within
Both pain and love have been seen
Friends, feel the futility of fatal fights...
I needed you and i never knew
as part of myself lovely and true
we were the collision
of wonderous pain and love
look for me now
as i swim upstream
losing you and all to your dreams
Form:
Pain with love
Is harder then
Love without pain
I wish you did not betray me
Down on my knee you thought you had me
Little to this you wouldn’t care to know my feelings
Love is greater at the most upper high
Doubts are weaker when you lie
Everything I stood for
Was for you and me
Your love with the pain
I do not admire
By Brian O'Toole
It's raining again today
How many days does this make
Praying for heaven sake
For this pain to go away
But of course it never does
It keeps digging itself up
All of this just because
Pain is all a part of love
Always coming back for more
Trying to even up the score
The battle between the head and heart
Where pain and love get their start
Poetry is the mother that feels and understands the pain and love of her child
It is the warm hug that enlightens each and everyone
It is the touch of light high above mountains
It is the language you and I understand
It is the rhythm of a song
It is a life hidden beneath words
It is a treasure awaiting to be seeked
It is a human waiting to be loved by all
I arrange the strings
Of my favourite instrument
The head, For perfect music
Of art and evolution
I play the flute
with perfect synchronization
Of togetherness with art
Of wilderness with evolution
I am a pianist now
Drawn deeper into the music
with each stroke of touch
Of pain and love
My music her poetry
she reads me
from top to bottom
I draw her closer.
She whispers,"Mr. Artist,
You play the hormones
better than
your instrument".
The Night-Time is so peaceful, it's quiet to my soul, it covers me with all it's warmth, the Night-Time has control.
My feeling's seem to surface out, emotion's are in words, how wonderful my spirit feels, it finally can be heard.
My word's go onto paper, of what my thought's have been, explaining pain and love inside, until the night-time ends.
and when the light of day appears, I'll climb into my shell, to wait until the Night-Time come, to end each day of hell.
Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces.
Distant yet echoed through the listless years.
Grinding all emotion together in pain and love
and the melting begins to twist all the
emotions into a spiral of hopelessness.
The fragment awakes.
and i find i missed the years of hope.
Hissing like snakes
tied around my neck like a rope!
Desolate and drenched in despair.
but a new hope enters with a different air.
Fragments entwined
to form what's inside.
Form:
Your poetry talks to me in the moody night
a voice of indigo telling me secrets of pain and love
while Luna licks my ear with impatience for my excitement,
I begin to walk faster, like a wolf on a scent, your red scent,
following shadows into sounds of howling winter
seeking just one more whisper from your passion
one more paw print in the hard snow of destiny,
will I ever find your lair of love in the cold night
I swear that I can see the copper glow of your eyes -
J.A.B.
I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them, they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
I bought more cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I don’t know where to put them , they might die
Then I would feel so sad and lonely blue
All we read of pain and love is true.
Yet we let our hearts stay open wide
I bought some cyclamen and recalled you
Wandering through wildflowers by my side
I have loved not widely but a few
I have touched on bliss and when it flies
I have touched the grief that truly lies
I bought cyclamen and recalled you
Children
Carry nine months
Born with pain and love.
Holding with care.
Never no more tears.
In my life forever.
.Children of love.
Now you're all grown ups.
Being an adult.
With babes of your own.
Always mom and granny.
Teresa Skyles
Entered in Linda-Marie"s"Bag of tricks"contest
All is well that remaineth true,
In matters of heart and soul alike,
But when feelings are false and love is through,
Cupid's arrow no longer charms but strikes,
And with such a blow as if to say,
"Thou shalt never love again",
But wits retained, a heart broken as it may,
The spirit remains, transcending the pain,
And the phoenix shall rise, from ashes revived,
Where fair Troy once held it's ground,
To be free of pain and love contrived,
For vices lost now mean virtue found.
You embraced me in this lonely place, befriended my heart, made it your "bestie".
No more pondering, there is a soul identical to my unique blend of pain and love.
A seed planted deep inside my heart sprouting happiness and joy.
Chemistry seems to be a reoccurring subject when we’re together,
we pass effortlessly every time.
Maybe it’s because opposites do attract or maybe we aren’t so disparate after all.
As good as it feels, it leaves me guessing,
should I welcome it and risk regret?