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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: art, beauty, betrayal, child, cute love, lust, moving on, symbolism,


"All Children Are Beautiful"

His heart of white,   deep shallow wells,   -yet beautiful
He smirks with a grin,  an ego that won't let me in' -he's beautiful
Bastard of beauty,   running ashes without a name
A face with no claim, a young man pound from shame 
What is his sin,  -he's beautiful!
I want to breathe from his ashes, swim through his veins
I want him to come into my light, like a good man

I sing and tell a tale, "A Bastard through the night"
His eyes I wage a thousand times,  young and poor, I felt saved
Lying down in the arms of my white knight
My hair perfectly caressed,   he came to my light
The furnace burned, the night was fast becoming trite
A lover,  he did it well,   then went back to his wife
A moment of gold,  the ages live,   his son is born
   "He Was Beautiful!"

Another Bastard brought into this world

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: death, lost love, moving on,

White Angels

How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?

What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?

“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.

The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouchedThe olive trees now swayed
as ever had in JuneAs white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tearsMy Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.

A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.

Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.

So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.

A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.

But now the car was packed, the house was sold.

Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.

He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have leftI'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”

He stood and put the chair into the car.

He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.

A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let goHad come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.

And thus he drove into the coming night.


Poem Details | by Ravindra K Kapoor |
Categories: life, love, mystery, beauty, beauty, moon, moving on, silver,

Pleasures of Moving on Moon

Pleasures of Moving on Moon

You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, 
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.

For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.

While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.

Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, 
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.

Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov2010

•	Heer and RanghaThe Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet 
•	Purnamasi     The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
•	Taj                 Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.

Poem Details | by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: death, grief, life, lost love, motivation, moving on,

Morning Light

The calm that comes with morning light.
Lying here..from an untroubled night.

Alone, awake after restful sleep.
No tears left, no tears to weep.

Dreaming where dreams were never seen.
Free from all that might have been.

By myself with a pristine heart,
to begin again; a brand new start.

No more fear as I arise.
No sadness here to burn my eyes.

Only peace to guide my way.
No more guilt to mar the day.

My spirit rises in the sun,
as life again has just begun.
written 01.20.2017

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: break up, conflict, depression, farewell, lost love, moving on, sorrow,

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.

I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've come to know.

If you ask forgive, try again
I will say no and say amen
Let your past forever be gone
I'll chew my cud and live alone.

When we both die, again we meet.
I will pray not your soul to greet.

Robert JLindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, (Love Once Broken)

Syllables Per Line:  8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8  
Total # Syllables:  112  
Total # Words:  100

Poem Details | by Michael Wise |
Categories: life, love hurts, moving on, pain,

Stepping Stone

The day fast fades
the end draws near
our time is fleeting
so brief and so dear

Over and over
I longed for you so
the longing unanswered
and so I must go

I gave you my life
you gave me my death
in very small portions
between every breath

You ravaged my heart
and invaded my mind
an addiction so sweet
a torment unkind

The truth is masked
where your comforts abound
and rigor sets in
when your pleasures are found

So now I must flee
for my very life
lest you kill me with kindness
that cuts like a knife

I pray for the darkness
for fear I'll be trapped
in the lingering glimmer
of your charms enrapt

My sudden departure
is not without tears
our dysfunctional union
did last many years

I'm leaving your world
I shall not be back
I head for the brightness
as you fade to black

You once used me
and now I'll use you
as a hard stepping stone
to a life brand new

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: change, heart, love, metaphor, moving on, nature, uplifting,

Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.

Poem Details | by Angel fire |
Categories: desire, life, longing, loss, love, moving on, passion, romance, woman, words, me, woman, longing, love, me,

A moment in time

A moment in time..

I saw you across the room the other day,
Much like another time when you held my gaze,
Pulling me in with one passing glance
Our longing eyes betraying thoughts, that this might be another chance
This is crazy I thought, we both surmised and laughed.
Looking away, looking back again, can anyone else see what’s going on?
This moment of desire shared between you and me,
Embracing the what ifs and what would be?
Two strangers living separate lives, intertwining paths in space and time
Connecting in ways we could not explain
The thought of one touch occupying all senses
Haunted by the what could have been
If I would have been, the one to say I do
We recently shared a moment in awkward conversation
Trying to be informal and coy,                                                                                           But what we really wanted was to
Wrestle with the deep mysteries of each other  
The woman in you celebrating the man in me
The man in me praising the woman in you, the beauty of you
With your long hair and misty eyes, just something about the way
You look at me, makes my body leap inside, and weep at the same time.

Where were you from? What was your name?
The love from my youth is one and the same,
Has it been that long? Forbidden romance lost in memory
Something of a glimpse captured in remembrance,
Yes! You found me in my misery long ago
Wanting to love me out of a misguided childhood,
Only to be met with at the time, a beautiful mess
We shared intimate conversation, falling for one another
As words fell from our lips, an exchange of hopes and dreams
We fulfilled a need in one another, drying tears from each other’s eyes
For a season,
But momentum drove us on separate paths, on distant shores
I watched you fade away, like a fog across the bay.

Do I have regrets and will I have regrets?
Sure I do, and yes I will,
I didn’t have the words to tell you then, what pride refused to say,
That you meant more to me than handholds on a treacherous mountain,
That your tenderness broke through layers of bitterness left untouched,
And that now, like before you shake the foundations of my very being,
Only you have been able to reach me there.
Shall we embrace this forbidden love? Build a future out of broken lives?

You have yours and I have mine, what will become of us if we pursue?
Sometimes true love is never meant to be shared, if it decimates 
The only thing you know to be true, what is real and what is now
And the impact a dream can have.
So when I see you now, at least for the moment I can believe and know
Your okay and that life has treated you well and that you’re happy,
We can find peace in our circumstances, the way we found each other again.
And smile remembering that once we shared a moment in time..

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,


Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after he sniffed the last one planted, 
He turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: absence, lost love, moving on, pain,

Too Late

Pitch black is the night there is no moon in sight while she's standing there with the sea’s tangy air silently inhaling, her raven hair cascading alone by the shore, pensive, like before. However tonight, you won't be by her side to lose yourself again in the pools of her eyes neither will you open any door to her mind as she valiantly saves what remains of her pride. You will never know how many times she has read your words she longed to hear, yet remained unsaid 'til they came too late, for she, too weary with the wait has now laid your love on the seaside catacomb's bed.
2 September 2015 Kim Patrice Nunez Trashed #2 Contest Sponsor: Broken Wings

Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: betrayal, lost love, love, moving on, nostalgia,


You loved her with all your being, but then she left you wounded
Now you look at life without seeing, you feel your world has ended.

Young at twenty five and twenty three, but hope for you just ceased
To find someone though you were free, you've set your souls at peace
She’d settle for unworthy men, just not to be alone again
You gave up on love even then, seafarer who won’t sail in vain.

Young hearts alone and  lonely, but reaching to humanity
Paths have crossed though wanting only, to find your own identity
With curiosity and suspense, each with bated breath and still
Could listen to your pulse’ cadence, life’s void the other one could fill.

She was to you the blonde patience, you were the man she's longed for
Your pens spoke with great eloquence, biding  the time to come ashore
Beside the fireplace waiting, her radiant face and open arms
With love that set hearts blazing, found home in her dreams and charms.

How sweet the taste of one’s first love, that not all preconceived notions
Could have prepared you to think of, all the heated waves and oceans
That you would sail with bravery, secure in her warm embrace
In her there was no drudgery, bliss in her kiss, soft bed and lace.

But did you find true love indeed? It must have been the one question
That plagued as thoughts ebbed and receded, lost love, desire and passion
For you have shared your lives four years, just building all your dreams
Holding to each other in tears, rejoiced in her triumphs and schemes.

And yet she threw it all away, turned her back on love that's sincere
From your arms she went astray, went after what fed on her fear.
Gave up the years of love so pure, after meeting another man
Whose steadfastness she can’t be sure, as he abandoned his own clan.

Still you loved and was always there, when she needed you ‘til the end
During the storm you were her shelter, the lover whose love won’t bend.
The past year you were just coasting, along the shores, not knowing when
The wounds would heal and stop bleeding, wishing it’d stop right there and then.

Daniel my brother you should start, forget her and what could have been
Don’t let yourself fall apart, be strong, life’s more than what you have seen.
Though you loved her with all your being, but then she left you wounded
Now for your sake you should be thinking, it’s been a year, you should have mended.

(From the true story of Daniel, soul brother and friend, and the song by Elton John)
01 February, 2015
Story Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman


Poem Details | by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories: absence, for him, love, moving on,

Till The Sun Fades

.erased for personal use.

Poem Details | by Linda Witt-King |
Categories: hope, introspection, love,

Moving On

When I confront my loneliness
And look it in the eye
My independence seems like
Such a waste of time

My joys and my sorrows
Are shared by only me
And I question the purpose 
Of my struggle to be free

I'm not sure I've defined
The web that's been protecting me
There's just something about
All those fears that are affecting me

Now here I stand
The cold wind around me
Stripped to my soul
No walls to surround me

Thrown caution to the wind? 
No, not really, not quite 
Still gathering courage
As well I might

To risk and be vulnerable 
To whatever's waiting to start
To allow hope once again
To rest gently in my heart

Poem Details | by Sarai Virden |
Categories: death, grief, husband, loss, love, miss you, moving on,

One picture at a time

A toddlers Crayola masterpiece marks the box
Where the story of our days now tarry
Passages tilting the axis of a bittersweet equinox
As photographs eclipse yesterday and today unvaried 

The plans we made for a life
After years of work and worry
Useless installments when your partner dies
The crumbling of everything you once held firmly

Riveted, uprooted with every slide
Scenes of "our time" bring you back to life
I step from earth, you from the sun, for yet another goodbye
And the dam finally collapses behind brave hazel eyes

But not the brokenness your death left behind
Still, though no more than ashes it resides
Like faded photographs etched in the mind
Fanning the picture at a time

Rage rises, for you left me alone
Without refuge for all life's trials
And our sons fatherless before they were grown 
Every step feeling more like a mile

I've grieved so long 
And tried to move on
Like river water never looking back
But it's motion sings the the words to our song

Leaving me afraid I'll never belong
Or live out the plan we devised
For all my days my efforts give way
Blundering, burdened and blind

How does one truly recover
When the mate of their soul is no more
Or pass from one realm to yet another
When the walls of your heart no longer have a door? 

Frustration builds like Lego towers
toppling to the floor under the weight of the world
Is it grief or something disguised by cowards
When a heart gets stuck from the pain that it's learned? 

This ode to a man 
Who in covenant took my hand
The marriage equator engraved a permanent mark...
For his death left a total eclipse of my heart

Crazy as a loon
But my I loved you
My eyes fixed upon our favored moon
And I wonder..Do you miss me too?

Anniversaries used to be a joyous accomplishment
Marking years of selfless love made
Now it serves only an acknowledgement 
Of a life interrupted by a cruel twist of fate

Of ill trusted hopes 
And a future unmade
For us left behind to cope
With memories and photographs fading away

On this the 2nd anniversary...
            Of your passing away

In memory of my husband of 25 years
Charley Romani 
(My Beloved)

Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: heartbroken, lost love, moving on, sad love,

Just Forget Me

Just forget me,
and walk away,
It wasn't meant to be,
So why try to stay.

Don't look at me,
When you walk by,
You don't want to see,
If I start to cry.

If you like her,
Then leave me alone,
Yet, here you were,
Talking on my phone.

What is it you miss,
Do you remember when,
I can't take this,
Never see me again.

When you do go,
Just take my heart,
Do I need it, no,
You tore it apart.

You go your way,
And I'll go mine,
Don't worry today,
Because I'll be fine.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

For Giorgio V.'s contest - Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes

The quote I chose was - 
6) "Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." 
- Oscar Wilde

Poem Details | by Keith Narne |
Categories: birth, change, courage, future, happiness, love, moving on,

Black en White Leaf

Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands Stand strong with mother-nature's deep roots Big Ben wakes ye typhoon then started to dance Awaits for the sunlight to bear fruits Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands The rain will come to wash the blood Big Ben alarm the dead men from the graveyards To a new seed of gain en love Tick-tack thy sound of the branches Checkmate—and time at rest

Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: feelings, first love, lost love, moving on, sweet love,

Thinking of Suzanne - Raised on Radio

Thinking of Suzanne – Raised on Radio

Raised on radio, I still listen
to haunting love songs that sadly
remind me of you, lovely Suzanne, 
of times when we couldn’t get enough
of each other, body and soul blazing with fire.
Oh Baby, I prayed with all my heart
that it could have been you;
you with the eyes of a woman,
so perceptive, so desirable, and so in love;
you with your soft, warm, positive touch,
that arouses and electrifies all my senses;
always unselfishly happy to give 
totally and unconditionally to me.
But now you say it’s all over.
You say you don’t love me anymore.
Please stay, don’t take the magic away.
Why can’t this night go on forever?
Oh girl, can’t help it, you’re my life;
and once you love somebody,
letting go is the hardest thing to do.
But somehow, I’ll survive and 
I’ll be alright without you.
So my sweet love, be good to yourself,
and just know this man will think of you, 
when our special song plays on the radio.

The above poem incorporated Album #2 Tracks (in bold above) from Raised on Radio by Journey:

Girl Can`t help it, Positive Touch, Suzanne, Be Good to Yourself, Once You Love Somebody, Happy to Give, Raised on Radio, I`ll be Alright Without You, It Could have been You, The Eyes of a Woman, Why Can't this Night Go on Forever


Contest:     Album Tracks Tell Stories
Sponsor:     James Fraser
Placement:   6th

Poem Details | by Chad Weeks |
Categories: girlfriend, goodbye, inspirational, lost love, love, moving on,

The Wind

You are like the wind

Gently guiding me by while barefoot on a beach
No matter how far, I’m always within its reach

Pushing me through rough seas like a sail
With you mountains are nothing to scale

Like the wind comes great change
And all begins to rearrange

You force the snow to sting my face
Foot prints in the sand you erase

You slow me down
Mountains still all around

I wait for your storm to pass
With each half full glass

But behind every storm
Lies a sunrise to keep me warm

In that light I shall lay
Because long I have waited for this day

Poem Details | by Jeannie Minor |
Categories: beauty, love, miss you, moving on, poetry, poets, remember,

What Becomes Of Me- A Tribute to Silent One

The day your pen becomes your past
laid to rest and held its last
shall mark the day my heart is sure
of Silent ache to then endure

The memory of every stroke
echoed in the lines you wrote
engraved remains our history 
our life, our love, our legacy

What, you ask, becomes of me?
Of all the love that came to be?
Every word you ever wrote
kept still within my heart of hope

Hope for all the world to know
the depth of love your pen would show
Poetic words you left behind
to guide the hearts of all mankind

                               -Jeannie Minor

Written in response to the beautifully poetic 
words of "Ink Bleeds Only For You" by Silent One

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: boyfriend, break up, how i feel, leaving, moving on, sad love,


I see you sitting there
Night after night
Living someone else's passions
Worried about some stranger's future
Borrowing some guy's dreams
Involved in another couple's romance
As if you were so empty inside
That you couldn't live your own life

I see you glued there
Your eyes look like mirrors to the almighty screen
And I can't help but wonder
What happened to the dreams you had to once have
How your life would be if you finally decided to live it

But I still see you there half-sleeping
And I wonder what I've been doing here
How I ever got here
Where my suitcases are
What I'll take with me
What I'll tell you as I leave
How you'll take the news
Oh- you'll be crushed for sure
For a while, maybe for a long while
And you'll have just one more excuse to escape
one more reason not to live your life
So sad

Featured on August 20, 2017

Submitted on August 14, 2017, for contest MID AUGUST PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 4TH

Poem Details | by Lauren Bilton |
Categories: break up, farewell, feelings, goodbye, i miss you, love, moving on,

Mixed Signals

The way his perfectly messy hair 
falls upon the back of his head
with his breathtaking smile
that knocks me dead.

He could captivate a crowd
with just his dimples and laugh,
but you couldn't understand
from just a photograph.

He texts me once,
he calls me twice,
always checking up on me,
and always ready with advice.

He acts like he cares,
he asks about my day
Little did I know
he would eventually send me away.

We'll talk one day,
and we won't the next.
And after two months without talking,
I'll wake up to a text.

"How are you?" he'll say
as if we'd talked the day before.
The inconsistence is painful.
I can't take it anymore

Mixed signals are tough,
How am I supposed to know
whether you like me or not?
Just tell me so I can go.

I feel like I'm trapped.
But when I try to move on, 
he doesn't leave me alone,
it seems like he'll never be gone

He tells me I'm his "Dream Girl"
but won't show me to his friends
He tells me he wants me
but says I'm a "nine" not a "ten".

It's been four months now,
without a single call or text,
and I guess he has a new girlfriend,
but who knows what will happen next.

Poem Details | by Sam Perkins |
Categories: confusion, deep, feelings, hip hop, moving on, poetry, rap,

LOVE, The Illusion

There's a rehearsal in the castle, cult party masquerading on the dance floor latin verse sermons the words heard will entrance you, transfix you,
The devil advances towards you and sits you around the marble table where we talk about our carnal instincts and every situation that we find ourselves deep in
Morning star calling from the depth of his evil pits where I sleep on bed of nails just to hammer down my dreams with something more uncomfortable than standing on ya steep cliff.
Cold and lonely only having ghosts here to speak with about the meanings of life and the lies that we keep hid.
Within controlling moments of emotions that we sink in and sync with relations on a basis of us needing to create a status where were being with each other cos we're linking and we discover that we break we're seeing our relationship sinking it sinks to the deep abyss 
My vision is impaired by unclear scenes I'm witnessing and feeling sickened to the stomach from the butterflies in flight when my gut instinct senses some lies from bad vibes I'm like 
Am I jumping to conclusions straining to think straight brain becomes a nuisance
Am I jumping to conclusions the illusion of love is still just as intrusive.

And I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel clueless in bad moods, usually I'm living as if I've something to lose 
And now I'm tryna figure out what to do blaming you isn't saving myself from the truth proving our pacts broken....
......Will I think logical or act on emotion when I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel brutal in bad moods, cluelessly now living as if I've nothing to lose 
And I'm tryna figure out what to do thinking of a better way to proceed to see all this bull through re-evaluating recent events judging my errors bearing in mind I'm civil and often couldn't be fairer 
Anything I tell you isn't out of a conscience I'm conscious but I'm hurting inside and this stomach aches constant
I've put up with this nonsense dealing with ghosts
Like sometimes it bothers me and sometimes it don't 

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: betrayal, moving on, relationship, sad love,


You’re wearing clothes I’ve never seen before Hide your phone when I walk through the door Furtive conversation’s I’m not meant to hear Text’s are received but these you soon clear You smile with your mouth, but your eyes are cold Cos it’s him that you want, not me you want to hold I’m sick and tired of your stupid lies It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes Your lyin you can’t disguise It’s in your eyes; it’s in your eyes Listen up honey to these words I say I’ve packed my bags I’m going away You don’t love me no more Of that I’m sure, Yes I’m sure, oh so sure So I’m walking out the door Then you can’t hurt me no more Any poem written in June NOT for a Contest Sponsored by Laura Loo 06~01~17

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: how i feel, i love you, mother son, moving on,


You’re my world You’re everything to me Motherhood It’s been a joy you see Ever since you were born I’ve been so proud I can’t help telling the world out loud When you left it was hard to let go It’s not easy being mum you know When you call I hear your voice I know you’re fine, so I rejoice You’re my world You’re everything to me Precious son You mean the world to me Dedicated to my amazing son who is the light of my life ‘You’re my world’ is a Line used from the song Lyrics sung to the tune of 'You're my world' Gren’s Evergreens #4 Cilla Black Sponsored by Teppo Gren 7/7/18

Poem Details | by Kristy McGee |
Categories: lost love,

moving on

feeling confused as hell
don't know how i feel, how i'm supposed to feel
am i supposed to feel like i need you, like i can't live without you
because i don't feel that way
am i supposed to miss you at night, want you by my side
because i don't
am i supposed to want to fight till the end for us
because i don't think i want to
to want to be with you, i don't know i should feel
it scares me but i don't know if this is going to work
what if my heart is moving on...

Poem Details | by Julie Smith |
Categories: dream, lost love, love, missing you, moving on, nostalgia, sad,

Unfinished Dreams

People tell me
To just let it go
Move on without
Looking back to
A time so long ago

But I can't just do that
How am I to get
Over a time
That only happened
In my mind

There's so many things
We had planned to do
Dreams unfinished
I wanted to
Fly down to Rio with you

Now it all vanished
Into the dark
Life has torn us apart
You are going places
I am stuck in my heart

I wonder if we
Ever get to be
Together again
To finish what we
Once began

Poem Details | by Jannie Breedt |
Categories: happiness, love, moving on,

Of happiness within

I - applicant for loves generosity
Dared to knock on this door
Dispelling each known calamity
Beseech thee thus to trust and dream again
Yet far away, hopes beckoning gleam
At journeys end  the restoration complete
Trembling here - challenging a fate
Submitted my trade
To an outcome unknown
My knock, a whisper
My presence betrayed by a thundering heart
Hearing the footfall of happiness within

Poem Details | by C.J. Langdon |
Categories: betrayal, change, how i feel, love hurts, moving on, poetry, sad love,

You Said Yes

1.30.17// 8:54 A.M

And that day, I told you I was glad
that you made up your mind.
You just kinda laughed
but you didn't say anything.
After 30 seconds of silence,
peacefully holding hands, 
with my head resting on your shoulder,
I asked you if you were glad
that you made up your mind.
You said yes
I asked if you were happy 
with where we were
You said yes.
But obviously you weren't, 
because that night, 
you said you didn't know 
if you liked me anymore
And not only did you break UP with me,
but you broke ME.
You broke my heart.
And you broke us.

- J.T.A(“I only dated you because I felt bad for you”)

Poem Details | by Alex Duffy |
Categories: loneliness, loss, lost, lost love, love hurts, moving on,

I won't be around

You picked him over me and I won't be a second choice
If things go wrong then go crying to anyone else but me
I don't want to hear how you made a mistake or that you love me
When you need guidance I won't be the reassuring voice

I respect your decision but I'm not going to wait
I know you think because you're pretty you think the whole world is your slave
But I won't be that, I've got too much pride and self respect
I bent over backwards for you and you haven't even helped me yet

You never appreciated the effort I put in
Which makes sense now, as you also had him
I'm long gone now, you won't ever again be in my thoughts
I never want to hear from you again, even if he falls short

Everything to do with you has been deleted
Never come to me with a sorry because I don't need it
You called me his name, so I told you to go be with him
I really don't care about what you see in him

I won't be waiting or hoping, that's not how I get down
You didn't appreciate me, so I'm glad you're gone
I don't care whether he breaks your heart or if he's the one
Just know, I'm forgetting you now, so I won't be around

Poem Details | by Alex Duffy |
Categories: deep, for her, heartbreak, heartbroken, moving on, sad love,

She's got a boyfriend now

My heart is a mess right now but I promise I'll heal and be okay
Alcohol and love songs until these feelings go away
I hope he loves you right and you get to wear a crown
I've got to let go because she's got a boyfriend now 

I'm not mad, I'm just really badly hurt 
I'm trying to wish you the best, but my poetry has the saddest words
I had no right to fall for you, but how many times has a heart been wrong? 
I need to be weak, until I can find a way to be strong 

I don't know him but I hope he treats you right
I hope when you need him, he doesn't leave your side
Even though the thought of you with another man, makes me feel sick
For you to be happy is my only wish 

I've got to pretend you don't exist in order to fix my heart 
I blocked you because pictures of you and him will rip me apart 
If it doesn't work out, or he begins to make you feel alone
Please leave me out of it, I don't want to see your name flash up on my phone

I won't be a second choice, or someone to do that favour 
You chose him, so I'm not going to be here for you later 
They say there's plenty more fish, but you had me hooked
I don't need a new girl yet, Brandy and Weeknd's music will be enough

I'll get over you, it'll just take some time
Trying to think of anything to keep you off my mind
I had to let go, I don't have it in me to be around 
I wish you were still mine, but you have a boyfriend now