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Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: abuse, conflict, jealousy, love, lust, magic, poetry,

Poetry Soap

It’s almost time and I must run to watch/read Poetry Soap for fun. It comes on every day at this time and I don’t want to miss a single rhyme. Some are about a long-lost lover written by a secret poet undercover. Some are about jealousy and some about trust with rhyming lines filled with lust. Competition is part of their game with bards and musicians hiding their name. They covet a prize and praise galore laid at their feet and virtual door. But when Poet A falls in love with Poet B you can bet there’ll be flaming words from Poet C. Or when Poet D gets Poem of the Day Poet E will have something to say. Sometimes it’s fun to read the rhymes of hate whenever I can’t sleep and stay up late. Battles of wits, Poets who have fits, Some who sing, Some who sting. Magical flights to lands of old written with passion and pens of gold. But it’s the humble ones I adore whose words are pure, their egos left at the door. Each episode an unending story with poets and their pets seeking glory. It’s addicting like dope. I don’t want to miss today’s episode of Poetry Soap. By: Carole O’Terry Duet Copyright: 9/26/2017 “All Rights Reserved”


Poem Details | by Maurice Yvonne |
Categories: betrayal, break up, heartbroken, jealousy, lost love, love hurts, lust,

Yesterday Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play


Yesterday, I went home for lunch, I never go home for lunch. When I got to our apartment  I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key.  Francine was at work and I always leave last in the morning.  I was sure I had locked the door but I didn't reach for my key. I reached for the door knob and turned. The door was open.  I don't know how I knew. The moment I entered I knew.  I froze. I could feel it, smell it, hell I could taste it. I started walking but my muscles wouldn't move,  my lungs were grasping for air  for some oxygen  some sweet, sweet oxygen but I could barely breathe. “Leave!” I told myself but I kept walking. Not really walking,  it was like moving through mud,  like a slow motion scene in a movie.  But this wasn't a movie.  This was my life and I could feel it slipping away  from my grasp. I heard noises! Francine.  I had heard those noises a hundred times before,  they were the sounds of an Angel  but this was no heaven  this was my own private nightmare. The moans traveled through the muck in the air  amplified like the hiss from a distorted speaker.  It mocked me over and over again. Climbing a mountain might have been easier  but I finally reached the bedroom, and there they were, and there she was. I knew, I knew the moment I entered the apartment.  Why hadn't I just turned back?  I could barely see, my eyes were blurry,  covered in layers of my own tears. I could see her  I knew I had never seen him before. They were naked and in our bed.  Naked in OUR BED! How do you that? How do you cross the line to that extreme? You'd think the green eyed monster  would control my actions from here on in.  I did see green! I was insanely jealous but I didn't want to end up the morning headline in the newspaper. That monster jealousy was by my side but I took charge.  I'd have to keep him at bay, at least for now. You'd think I would be mad, I wasn't. You'd think I'd curse and call her whore. I didn't! Being cut open alive must be lest painful than this.   This hacked away at my spirit,  tore away at my self worth. I felt like a pile of worthless shreds. I spoke I mean my lips moved and words came out... I think.  I think I said,  I'm not sure it all happened so fast, she never spoke. I could see the shame on her face  she didn't need to speak,  but, but I think I said 'Sorry... I said Sorry and I left. I wandered for what seemed hours,  it was minutes.  It wasn't like I was meandering to a different drummer;  there just wasn't any music anymore. I was moving to the rhythm of the beating of my own heart.  Like a broken record it was skipping, like a broken record it played  in a loop of repetitive monotony. I suffered in my circled steps  until I couldn't stand it any more. I found just enough strength  to return to the apartment. I knew she was gone  I already felt the emptiness in my whole. We'd never see each other again. We had been so much. She was a big part of my life. She was the love of my life. I would never love anyone like that again. So much of her was me. I thought she was my soul mate. We let go of all of it. There is a feeling of betrayal. A feeling of disgust. A jealousy that takes over. I'd never look at her the same again. Everything she ever did from that day on would always make me suspicious. Jealousy would rule me. Jealousy should never rule anyone. If you can't trust the people in your life, friend or lover, you need to remove that person from your life. You have to remove that person out of your life. Trust, is the only gift we can offer. Friend, lover or stranger! People can trust me. My word is my bond. I let her go,  I really didn't have a choice I would never be the same again. She was gone. She had left a note. It said Sorry! Sorry! We both were. Maurice Yvonne 11~30~2014 Sponsor: Verlena SWalker Contest Name: The Green-Eyed Monster 
 


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, death, funeral, jealousy, love, murder, philosophy,

Why oh Why Seren Roberts and Tim Smith

Why oh Why

A Collaboration between Seren Roberts, Tim Smith and Arthur Vaso

Poem inspired by Seren Roberts

Each poem written from a different view
The Murderer
The Murdered
The Mannequins who witnesses the crime


Why of Why
Lovers Die
Mannequins Cry


Sat, with his head in his hands
Remembering how love had once been,
Now, because of his stupidity 
He was on his own, solitary again

Remembering, how love had been,
Behind the bars he now calls home
He was on his own as before and again,
Realizing, he was such a petty bitter fool

Behind the bars he now calls home
His mind, aflame with tears of regret
Realizing he was an utter fool,
To have stabbed her to death in a bloody pool

 His mind aflame, with deep regret
 Why..did he buy a knife that day...why?
 To have stabbed her to death
 Cause she had given love another try.

Oh how he wishes, its he that had died


Lovers Die

I linger with the scent of flowers
cascading over what was once spring showers

Your red hands drip   passion
long since cooled
darkness surrounding you has lifted
and only I can see the light

Why couldn't you leave
a girl clamoring to be free
dressed in a burnt orange skirt
driven to the stake with your hurt

Words were written on the wall
but all you did was erase it all
Twisted   as the knife turns
in a cell    your hell burns


Mannequins Cry

We have no faces
We have no voices
You think we have no feelings
You see us as objects in commercial spaces

We saw the hidden knife unfold
We saw the young ones stabbed so bold
Pain is the emotion that frightens us all
Mannequins crying, tears running as we see her crawl
 
When the blood flowed
When the redness of hate showed
We with no faces
Shed tears at the human disgraces

Such young love so brutally robbed
By the jealous and lonely one, made us all sob
He regrets I am sure the hate that overflowed
Life's so torn it can't be sown


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, break up, growing up, jealousy, lost love, pride, trust,

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.

If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.

Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.

With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.

R.JLindley
4-23 -1977

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: jealousy, sad love, trust,

SHADOW OF JEALOUSY

SONNET – SHADOW OF JEALOUSY

Oh, those woeful shadows of jealous ways
precarious villain for reasons dazed,
poisoning the longing love‘s lasting days,
without confidence to chase love hazed.
The shadow of jealousy dimmed the light,
darkened every dawn and day with anguish,
torment with false accusations incite,
suffering distress ruling to languish.
Jealousy! That mortal weakness of mood,
destroying virtuous dawning passion,
love’s purity with innocence pursued,
led astray from feelings of compassion.

Why? Why was my trust in you forsaken,
the trust in myself, my self-worth shaken.

T.J Grén


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: heart, jealousy, love, me, ocean, rose,

Rose and Rose Marie

‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree

Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy 
For it was  - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me

She spoke -  with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with  threads of gold 
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul

She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green 
And as she talked  - he appeared -  before me
As in a  -  living dream

She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar

She told me how -  with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven  - but a breath away

Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a  spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee

I longed to feel his breath 
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now  burned  - so deep within

So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And  sealed - my evil deed

My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again

"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.

So tenderly - he holds me now
And  finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle  - down my leaves

Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life 
Why did you have to die?”


And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding -  above  the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me  -  with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.

            ~~~

Author:  Elaine George
August 29th, 2009


Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: heart, jealousy, love, me, ocean, rose,

Rose and Rose Marie - A Re-post

‘Twas on a morn’ in early spring
When I met Rose Marie
In a garden
Where she sat - upon a bench
Beneath a willow tree

Where - with a glance
My heart was stabbed
With pangs of jealousy 
For it was  - very plain to see
She was - by far - more beautiful than me

She spoke -  with colored words - like rainbows
Spun with  threads of gold 
As she described the man she loved
With all her heart and soul

She told me - of his beauty
Raven hair and eyes of green 
And as she talked  - he appeared -  before me
As in a  -  living dream

She told me - how she met him
On the Shore of Evermore
There in the fields - above the cliffs
Amid the mist - an ocean roar

She told me how -  with their first kiss
He carried her away
As he poured his love - into her soul
There - so high above - that wind-swept bay
With Heaven  - but a breath away

Her words - like magic - in that moment
Cast a  spell on me
For I too now - had fallen - so deeply - in love
With Cannon Lee

I longed to feel his breath 
His lips upon my velvet skin
I longed to quench - the lustful thoughts
That now  burned  - so deep within

So - when Rose Marie - stood up to leave
And turned her back on me
I dug my thorns into her wrist
And  sealed - my evil deed

My jealousy - now turned to poison
Ran quickly through her veins
And as she tried - to pry me loose
I clawed her - once again

"Tainted blood" - is what they say
Stole his love away
And that is how - I came to be here
On these cliffs today.

So tenderly - he holds me now
And  finally kisses me
As his tears - fall on my open petals
And trickle  - down my leaves

Then - from his lips - there comes a cry
Of such despair - it cracks the sky
“ My darling - my love - my life 
Why did you have to die?”


And here so high - above these cliffs
These cliffs of ‘Evermore’
I hear her name - resounding -  above  the ocean roar
‘Rose Marie’ - ‘Rose Marie’
As he cast me  -  with a final kiss
Into the raging sea.

            ~~~
Author:  Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada



Poem Details | by Justin Bordner |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, best friend, gothic, jealousy, love,

Jealous Gratitude

I am jealous
of everything that has ever touched you,
the breaths of hot sunshine that have soothed your cheeks with hope,
the moonlight that has painted your lips with lilly silver,
the darkness that has calmed you into soft slumber,
the rain that has pelted your flesh with sky splash,
the breeze that has lifted your hair with seductive intent,

Jealous of every temptation that has made your soul sweat,
every secret that has sworn obedience to your obsessions,
every kiss that has taken a taste of your sweet heat
every man that has collapsed into your romance,
every mouth that has spoken your name with awe
every second that has circled your psyche,
every particle that has pranced through your bloodstream, 
every emotion that enlivens your ego,
every knot of knowledge that supports your smarts,
every star that has caught your girlish wishes,
every tear that slides faithfully from the pink rims of your eyelids,
every cut that has silenced your pride,

Jealous of every thing
that has left you, fed you, led you, entered you,
yet, I am grateful for all these odd and splendid things
that have known your beauty and pain,
for they have made my need for you real
and your love for me possible,
this jealousy is my love hypocrisy -

J.A.B.


Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: jealousy, love,

Hyacinth

The winged god Zephyrus, handsome and graceful
gently flapped his wings, gliding across the meadows.
His eyes fell on naked youths splashing at play
in the sparkling water of a deep wide pool, sheltered  
by willow trees, where fragrant flowers bloomed.
He slowed his flight and looked with lust and admiration.
On the green grass he espied a tender youth;
athletic and beautiful was this young Spartan prince, 
scantily dressed, playing his flute with nimble touch.
Zephyrus’ heart fluttered and leapt; he could not help
falling deeply in love with beautiful Hyacinth
Little did he know that he was already being
courted by Apollo! Out of sight he lay in wait 
then made his move and sought him out at sunset.
He approached him and with golden words he tried 
to tempt his heart, but all in vainThough impressed,
Hyacinth remained firm and faithful to Apollo.
That night, Zephyrus many restless hours spent
alone, ignoring Chloris’s sexual charms.
Entangled thoughts engulfed his frenzied mind,
jealousy clawed at his heart, tore deep within.
Dawn arrived, and bleary eyed he hastened forth
towards the hills, in search of calm respite.
Alas, it was not meant to be; envy reared its head
with poisoned fangs that sent him reeling mad.
Emotions changed from red to green, and in despair
he flew high up, aimlessly circling in the sky
Then all at once, upon a verdant field below,
he caught sight of Hyacinth and Apollo 
playfully engaged in discus throwing
The green-eyed monster lunged and with swift intent
Zephyrus blew a gust of wind that swerved the discus
from its route and it hit Hyacinth on the head
resulting in instant deathJealousy prevailed
Furious yet heartbroken, Apollo held Hyacinth
tightly in his arms, blood dripping from his temple; 
and with one last act of love he changed that blood
into a most beautiful flower called Hyacinth.

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Contest: Epic Only
Sponsor: Skat A
Placed 3rd


Poem Details | by Peter Lewis Holmes |
Categories: beauty, confusion, devotion, emotions, heart, jealousy, love,

Sweet Paramour

I see the edge of your smile
and the tip of your varnished toe,
the waterfall of your flaxen hair
that makes your shadow grow:
Love!  I am the one, who loves 
you as the day.
To lose you makes me shudder
like a mast on a blustered  day;
Keel-haul and whip my hopeless love
Send my soul to hell
But let me call before I die,
Love! I am the one.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?


Poem Details | by Sheer Terror |
Categories: betrayal, conflict, crazy, dark, death, imagery, jealousy, lost love, love, passion, tree, violence,

The Carving of Hearts

I can not give away the Image engraved in my vision 
as I stood beside giants while hidden
mighty Titans, that is how I see the trees that hid me
in their shadows like a villain 
thrown together by circumstance, 
I looked high into the sky, had to cover my eyes 
reaching out for an introduction
my gesture sat unmoved, unworthy
the trees remain silent and solemn
absurd, it would be troubling if a Tree answered me
as a friend to attend a function
crazy as it seems the perfect witness is a tree 
to keep a secret like an alliance unspoken
a maze of roots wrapped around in the soil
twisting, and turning almost impossible to follow, to my feet, to a connection   

In the privacy of the trees, I saw you hiding from me or was it a dream that brought me here just to see you my dear carving the heart of another into our tree

the tree trunk held a carving of the smallest heart
amber in color like old blood no longer red
I found you here like all the tears that do not fall
instead I am drowning in my head
the knife came from your pocket as you were kissing me
far into a place unexpected 
with precision our letters appeared in the center
of the tree, of the heart, of regrets
pride, he walked me along the path to the trees
to the heart, to you and the sharpest of knives that I keep in your chest
time has slipped away,no forward, no back, no simply left me in trespass
my titan trees did not protest the screams
the blood that still runs along their roots
twisting and turning from you to me at last
 

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: art, encouraging, jealousy, life, love, philosophy, violence,

Art of Love

This times, you would receive the two things from others.
Violence or grace
Jealousy to your success,
And grace to your failure.

So, you should not be sad.

Survival is meaningless with grace

Believe me,
You are the king or queen of love.
Try to distribute your love.
Don't want to see yourself as the beggar of love

One day, future of mankind will be written with your love.
You will become history.

(The poem is dedicated to my favorite poet Charmaine Chircop.)

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Poem Details | by Doug Vinson |
Categories: jealousy, sad love,

The Magic Touch

That tiny mouse's bullfighter cape,
I took it from you because I couldn't bear not to.
I had to have it.

You challenged the world with it, 
and it shown in the sun as brightly as you burned.
It grew cold when I touched it,
Like a star without light or heat,
a ghost sail with no wind,
hanging limp in memory.


Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: hate, jealousy, love, love hurts, trust,

LOVE AND HATE


I loved your song that made me forget all that’s wrong. I loved your smile that made me smile too for a while. I loved your friendship that made me feel sweet kinship. I loved your art printed on my mind and on my heart. I loved your poetry so deep that swept me off my feet. Now I hate my love that was true but now is black and blue. I hate your love that took flight with a black bird of black night. I hate the tears I’ve shed in vain. I hate this love pain. I hate my need and I hate my heart. I hate this life of which you aren’t a part. I hate this love sorrow. I hate it now and I’ll hate it tomorrow. By: Carole O'Terry Duet Copyright: June 20, 2018 “All Rights Reserved”


Poem Details | by Awsaaf Ali |
Categories: beautiful, dedication, imagination, jealousy, kiss, love, sorrow,

The Bleeding Smoke Of Love

Under the cloud where the velvet smoke bled,
'Love's a curse' the smiling soul said;
The blood in the dwarf's heart then froze,
When an indecisive liar presented her the rose...

The fingers around which my ring would slide,
On the clod evening, she would be, my bride,
Breathing in, exhaling kisses, she'll be by my side,
Where on a heavy monster, we'll go off on a love's ride,
Behold, and kiss my eyes,
I don't crave to know the plight...

If ever, the delusion of this imagination doesn't lie an illusion,
On the naked dawn, I shall suck your lips; raping the confusions...
Words will then bleed letters,
As I look at my unsent love letters,
Each letter now the fire shall batter,
When your head's on my chest, nothing's better...

Let your naked breast touch my chest,
This is a dim light in the darkness of miles, called love,
Which gives plight, or rises all above,
Pull me closer, don't shove,
I'm the dead pegion, you're my dove!


Poem Details | by Tyffani Paceley |
Categories: lost love, love,

Playing With Jealousy

A boy and a girl
The best of friends
From elementary to high school
From beginning to end

Through all those years
Their friendship grew
They both felt the same
But neither knew

Each waking moment
Since the day the met
They both loved each other
Sunrise to sunset

He was all she had
In her horrible life
He was the one who
Kept her from her knife

She was his angle
She made him smile
Though life threw him curves
She made it worth while

Then one day
Things went terribly wrong
The next few weeks
Were like a sad song

He made her jealous
On purpose, he tried
When the girl asked “Do you love her,”
On purpose, he lied

He played with jealousy
Like it was a game
Little did he know
Things would never be the same

His plan was working 
But he had no clue
How wrong things would go
The damage he would do

One night, she broke down
Feeling all alone
Just her and her blade
No one else home

She dialed his number
He answered, “Hello,”
She told him she loved him 
And hung up the phone

He raced to her house
Just a minute too late
She was laying in blood
Her heart had no rate

Beside her was a note
In it, her confession
Her love for this guy
Her only obsession

As he read the note
He knelt down and cried
He picked up her knife and
That night they both died

She was found in his arms
Both of them dead
Under her not
His handwriting said

“I loved her so
She never knew
All this time,
I loved her too…”


Poem Details | by mister malcontent |
Categories: beauty, jealousy, romance, sad love,

jealous-moon

The moon rose in silent, jealous fury
of distant stars in clearest night
of arcing meteors in burning hurry
of all that gave off faint, frail light

she sailed across vast skies
a sad heart beating, torn asunder
never knowing how she filled eyes
or where she brought delight and wonder

unaware of her own pale glow
and the sway she held on all below.


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: jealousy, lust, passion, romantic love, sun,

Earthy Love



We danced like dappled light through swaying trees on golden embers stoked with panting breeze in bed of canterbury red and phlox. As lusty wooing coos did float through morn love sounds of seventh heaven Sol did scorn; with scents and flames of burning equinox, our passion dimmed the jealous sun with ease. Susan Ashley June 24, 2018 _____________________________ ~ First Place ~ Contest: Best Rhyming Poem April-July 15, 2018 Sponsor: John Hamilton ~ Fifth Place ~ Contest:End June 2018 Premiere Sponsor: Brian Strand *red canterbury bells* - symbolizes deep romantic love, passion *phlox* - Latin from Greek: flame; a plant of glowing color


Poem Details | by Gwendolyn Brown |
Categories: desire, devotion, emotions, feelings, i love you, jealousy, longing,

Jealousy

Oh Baby, my eyes search you out
for you are my sunset
Yet I do not want the sun to see
your beauty for it is mine

My arms reach for you only
to hold against me
Yet my hands are jealous
for your touch

I yearn for your lips on mine
Yet I do not want a glass to
feel them sip its wine
This insatiable lingering love
I want only to touch

Not the wind nor the light
can I let have you
This jealousy I fight
Yet, The jealousy I understand,
you are my Man...


Poem Details | by Nina Parmenter |
Categories: death, jealousy, lost love, love, love hurts,

A Clearing In A Cornfield

A clearing in a cornfield; lovers glow,
And ripen under sunshine’s lusty gaze,
Their movements sticky, sensuous and slow,
As limbs and words entangle in the haze.

But oh, a jealous word falls from her lips -
The seed takes hold; their wrathful end is born,
How fast they fall as pain’s seduction grips...
Until he’s gone - a ghost amongst the corn.

Contrite, she vows to wait, lest he appears,
To hold her aching body, and forgive,
Each day she wakes, all cloaked in dewy tears,
Each night the corn devours her urge to live.

Too late now, as she slips into the black,
She knows..her love is never coming back.


Written 21 July 2018
For Your Finest Sonnet Contest
Sponsored by Mark Massey

And entered 14th December 2018
For Super Sonnet Premium Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton


Poem Details | by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: art, heart, jealousy, love,

OIL PAINTING

kind heart ~ ruby slipper red ~ framed for the emerald green tinman

4/2/2018


Poem Details | by fauxcroft wade |
Categories: hate, jealousy, life, love, trust, war,

A life of love and light

Approaching life with love

Lived with an open heart,

Irrespective of others differences

Fundamentally shining light,

Everyone welcome to join me,

Oneness and unity on mass

Favouring love over hate,

Lighting a path and a way to

Omniscient love in this world,

Vehemently embracing unity

Everything equal as it ought to be,

Attaching ourselves more to peace,

Negating hate, war and jealousy

Dedicating our time to betterment,

Lifting up the whole of humanity

Irresistibly the light is drawing me

Great fully exposing the love in me

Highlighting just how life can be

Trusting in the love and the light.


Poem Details | by fauxcroft wade |
Categories: beautiful, desire, freedom, jealousy, love,

Room to love and breathe

I see her looking awesome in her super skin tight jeans

He crop top showing her tanned satin skin

Her curves that are faultless and amazing

Her long beautiful hair like silk gently blowing in the wind

She is the most honest and wisest person I've ever met

She lives in the present has no time for regret

We are connected but what she likes the best

Is I never tie her down or placed in a cage

I've never been jealous, possessive or shown rage

Anytime she's gone out flying high and free

Having a good time with or without me

I would very let my ego destroy this

I will never try to own her and she appreciates it

She can do as she pleases I just desire her to be happy

Within me there is nothing I know that is lacking

So I know because of how I am she always returns to me

We are both twin flames and I know that she loves me

I know others desire her and sate her curious ways

No wonder because she puts on a marvelous display

But what we have is deeper than anyone can believe

We have a connection where we both have room to breathe

I respect her right to freedom

And to share her awesome beauty

You may say it's crazy but it why she vows to always be with me

And that's enough for me to be happy for life eternally.


Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,

Yeh khaalipan


Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: betrayal, blue, color, confusion, corruption, crazy, cry, dark, evil, farewell, fear, girl, girlfriend, hate, horror, how i feel, i love you, jealousy, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, poetry, sad, sad love, slam, suicide, symbolism, woman, world,

Put a bullet in my brain

Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: desire, jealousy, love, sorrow,

Phantom of the Opera

Phantom of the Opera

   I stand and watch  from my box five
And listen to the most beautiful Nightingale
I could stay awake till  wee hours of dawn gale
Listening to her melodic voice 
Transcendent a soul through a lovely vale
A ring upon her finger I hope one day and feel alive
 
   An Angel of Music
I come and go as I please and no one knows 
As I walk the path of the tunnels mongst those
To its lake beneath the Opera Garnier
I know them as well as the construction rose   

   Mask ball I pretend to be in my everyday life 
A voice behind a mask is all people know of that
A man that wears a dress suit, a cloak and a large felt hat
A gentleman wears a mask to hide his deformed face.

   She cannot fathom the mystery of the Man’s Voice
The sounds of his voice singing songs coming from the walls 

   My heart broke turning into jealousy and rage 
When Christine said yes to her childhood sweetheart
To say good-by forever and turn the pages
I lose my sleep to sleepless nights it’s her I miss


   Venetian mosaics ceiling weakens
Causing the huge ornate crystal chandelier 
 To crash down upon the floor 
Stealing his beloved Christine
To the cellars of the Opera Garnier

   Time is running out and you know it well
“It will never be “she says, for you and me”

   I just wanted to be like everybody else
And not hide from man’s eyes
The Monster I am
 
11/23/2016

Resource; 
https://seeksghosts.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-phantom-of-opera-fact-or-fiction.html
https://ebooks.adelaide.edu.au/l/leroux/gaston/phantom-of-the-opera/complete.html


Poem Details | by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
Categories: animal, earth, farm, jealousy, lost love, love, sin,

In the Meadow

Cows bellow, low, heads between rails
such large deep sad eyes, such full bags.
For whom do they await, no one home
to let them out, share out their milk.

Not long ago I saw you wandering off with him
his hand caressing your neck, gripping your arm
holding you stiff, obedient to his will
and you were bound to follow, no sound

escaped your lips, and me, why am I watching
for the scene to play out? Don’t we all know
don’t we all grieve, for the coming of that day
when cowl slips down, the bellow, low aches.

You won’t come home, will you my dear.
I guess I paid the right price for a job well done
Your cheating heart won’t bestir us to wait
Never more This farm is sold outright.


Poem Details | by Crow thepoet |
Categories: anxiety, beauty, emo, i love you, jealousy, , Lullaby,

Emo Love

With this needle and thread I stitch the wounds Avril left
but with this blade I angrily carve a new
rough, short, jagged adjacent from the bone in my wrist
for a reflection of our relationship
and an outlet for the anger unable to release
Then another upon my neck where she used to sweetly kiss
fresh and clean, letting the blood fall slowly and peacefully
as I fall to chaos on the inside
Blue is the warmest color
the words sting more than the knife I hesitantly hang
above the vein I'm so desperate to cut
How can something so warm become so bitter, so brutal
I search the mirror for answers just to see her face instead
piercing me, mocking me; a bonfire to laugh at a candle
as she disappears in an array of fragments
falling to sleep by the lullaby of the earthquake 
resounding from my fist
Cradling my hand, tossing away the pain
I collapse under the weight of my destruction
a king of night slain by the queen of day
as music, my magician, attempts to revive me
installing hope while simultaneously shrouding me in defeat
How can cupid so small shoot an arrow so mighty
I curse the sky, it's betraying hue
as I pray for night, praying for mercy
falling asleep in the arms of sorrow protecting me...
Where am I
I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white, an illusion
my world is pitch black and I can't open my eyes
As I begin to panic, shaking the bars upon my heart
for it to beat once again 
As I begin to panic
beating upon the neurons while screaming, 'STIMULATE! '
As I begin to panic, kicking the glass in my iris to bring forth color
a vibrant world in contrast to the island of grey 
I persist to escape
a calmness washes over me
a calm voice whispers so eloquently to me
'Hush thou art deceived
come, follow the sound of my voice; come to me'
Is this angel sent to guide me into a peaceful forever slumber
or is she a temptress so beautiful I die at first sight
She said I am deceived
deceived by what, by who; I must know
'Hush thou art deceived
come, follow the sound of my voice; come to me'
That milky, honey echo so familiar
so tantalizing, tangible; the feeling of invincibility to follow
'Hush thou art deceived
come, follow the sound of my voice; come to me'
That sound, that voice bouncing off the walls of my dreams
I burst through to find a coffee shop
teeming with no one but me 
Then, like a miracle of air, there the voice beholds a face
a captivating beauty so perfect
Her hair, a halo of pink lost in a maze of fields painted black
Her eyes, twins pools of green, the most amazing I've ever seen
that no words give release as I make my attempt to speak
My mouth gains dust as my jaws begin to rust shut
Then she smiles
her cheeks produce dimples, her nose slightly scrunching
yet it's still enough to make me melt
me, now a puddle within my shoes
She giggles and lifts me up
I without a fuss as she sweeps me up in a hug
With a voice to make Aphrodite jealous she whispers softly
'Hush thou art deceived, you are not in love with me
but I in love with you so here take my hand
I'll show you my world if I can to see if you understand'
Puzzled I take her hand but I still don't understand
my breath won't resurrect so I save the rest
as she pokes my chest
for her to hear me breathlessly ask her name
She takes a step back with a small little laugh
she grabs my hand as I realize where I stand
Stunned and amazed I turn to run
but the sight of a whale shakes me to the core
the same frequency as I shake her
shouting, 'WHY ARE WE ON THE OCEAN FLOOR? ! '
With a playful smile, she bothered to ask
'You've made castles by the shore, no? 
I know that we are more so let's make castles on the floor'
With a gleeful jump, she began to work
as my panic turns to curiosity, shaking my head in disbelief
I join in, my mind in a tailspin
I have a whirlwind of questions but they blow over with the ocean tide
as she regails her tale of the other side
a world unfamiliar yet she gains my intrigue 
with stories I can't compete
Though silently I beg the question 
How am I deceived, this feels right to me
How can this be wrong with her bright smile bringing me back to life
She looks up at the wrong time, aware I'm elsewhere
runs and jumps into my arms
placing a phantom kiss upon my lips
a stone fortress under siege by vulnerability
With a phantom kiss I return to her realm
amidst her question hanging in the air, 'Is anything amiss? '
I reply with a smile and a shake of my head
asking for a simple change of scenery 
I have a request but it goes unheard
a mouse on Christmas night; though I shake with slight fright
as she gets my request just right
I sprawl out on the grass, the night sky spread out
a cluster of piercings mapping out my former source of glory
now the orchestrator of my misery
I wince with sudden grief, shedding tears of pain thought renounced
pausing only to find the object of my current affection
eyes brilliant pearls, mimicking the stars stoic beauty
perched upon my lap; staring at me intently, intensely
and without words asking who has wronged me so
With words I cannot bear to voice that name
so I pull her into my embrace
her gaze away from the image of me, clutching what ails me in my hand
till my knuckles turn white as snow then I let go
letting the memory fade so I know it's true
And with a sudden moment I look her square in the eyes
for love is all I have inside
as I ask her to sprout wings of butterflies with me
black as a panther mixed with red of passion for me
a costume of gold with a pink lining for her
for she's perfect beyond reason
I ask her to fly away with me to a galaxy outside the milky way
Sadness in her eyes, she denies
placing her finger upon my heart as she cries
reviving my stilled heartbeat...
Was it a dream or just my escape as my eyes flicker wide
welcoming a world I don't recognize
I try to sit up but I fall back
a heavy sigh to escape my thoughts, 'Where is she'
Like an owl, my head spins in a circle just to locate her presence
but like a ghost arises her voice in my conscious
'Hush thou art deceived for I lied
you are in love with me and I in love with you 
but we can only exist in your dreams'
I know I should've savored every moment
but what happens when every moment was an illusion
to everyone, everyone but you


Poem Details | by Kimber Robinson |
Categories: anger, betrayal, change, cry, depression, desire, devotion, feelings, first love, for her, for him, girl, girlfriend, growing up, heart, heartbroken, high school, home, how i feel, i love you, jealousy, leaving, loneliness, lonely, lost, love, lust, me, men, miss you, missing, missing you, relationship, remember, sad love, sorrow, sorry, stress, summer, teen, teenage, youth,

Silly isn't it

It's silly isn't it?
That I could fall for you so easily
And you not give two shits?
You spoke your drunken words
And admitted to always loving me
It was the best thing I had ever heard
When we hung out soon after
And I left you with a kiss
I didn't think the feelings mattered.
But as we spent time apart
I realized it wasn't the same
You had won my heart.
I got drunk and spilled my words
And you said you still felt the same
I was happier than a bird.
We made plan after plan
You always fell through
I felt like a speck of sand.
You told me you were trying to get a girl
I smiled and bared the tears
I had hoped to be the girl.
You soon stopped replying
I started to break down
I was almost done trying.
But no not tonight
I got drunk and spilt more words
I hope I did what's right
I thought we were the perfect fit
I fell for you so hard
But, that's silly, isn't it?