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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: depression, relationship, sad love, song, sorrow, soulmate, stars,

We'll Always have San Andreas

-rearranging the stars-

How could we agree to separation? 
If you were destined to be my soulmate,
Why would we allow the stars to change our fate?
They've written in a fresh verse 
Sewing in a new song, soon to be sung
The Stars are not to blame
The fault lies deep within our hearts

Like earthquakes wondering through the years
separating silicone valley of tears.
Sweeping sweet dreams far away
What has become of my day?
Today the sun sets holding on to old hope
Tears fall down a sudden slope

Now my dreams are drowning down another road
Tonight I sit under the aspen cold
Alone, no longer in search of gold
Naming nights you whispered words of love to my soul

Your love no longer speaks 
Without warning, the Midas touch slowly fades
In my chest  -  I find fault  
The sound of heartache echoes every day
Rejuvenating every crack from display
In plain sight, I search for thee
The sun  -The moon  -The madness  -The Salton Sea
My heart no longer speaks

Everything I dream of sinks like the night
Stuck in quicksand  -- the aftermath
Healing scars the aftershock left behind
Finding ways to fill the gloom
Alas bridal curtains sit silently in my room
Setting boundaries between Earth's poetic plates
Like an earthquake passing through my heart 
You left like the moon, moving mountains apart

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU forgot TO TELL Me, dear
Suddenly, San Andreas Fault looks tragic from here
Until then I will hold my breath
In hopes, our Plates will meet again 

By: PD
6/29/15


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: feelings, heartbroken, loss, sad, sad love,

Loss of More - FEELINGS contest

Loss of more

Not only did I lose you, but more,
my life’s being to fulfil awareness,
in years to come with further to adore,
as reflections of your beauty’s fairness.
Like a quartet’s melodious accord,
wanting was the togetherness of four,
a dream to beseech love’s greatest reward;
continuation of life’s chain restore.
Ornaments of beauty to give life worth,
new flowers to blossom as future holds,
in the dreams of tenderness, love’s rebirth;
but alas once more the heartache unfolds.

For a brittle heart agony befall,
in an outcast state, loss of more than all.


T.J Grén

For contest: JP Contest 5 FEELINGS
Sponsor: Jamie Pan


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: betrayal, sad love, wedding,

ALL HER DREAMS TURNED TO DUST

No one followed her as she ran away fleeing from the altar on her wedding day She’d been jilted by Jed her handsome groom so locked herself away in an unused attic room The bride’s father went after Jed with a gun you should have seen the coward run! The desperate search for Judy was in vain She didn’t respond when they called her name Folks assumed she didn’t want to hang around Many years passed by and she was never found The house was auctioned after her parent’s died They were buried at the churchyard side by side The new house owners were in for a terrible shock When they ventured upstairs and unpicked the lock They found Judy’s skeletal body in her dress of lace Cobwebs hung like curtains from her once lovely face Jed’s dust covered photo lay in her hand Judy never got to wear her wedding band Dust Contest Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 03~22~17


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beauty, care, creation, imagination, inspiration, lonely, love hurts, metaphor, nature, rain, sad love, september,

Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13


Poem Details | by Erin Moss |
Categories: food, lost love, sad, love,

Date Night (and the day after)

Opening line from "Highway Five Love Poem" by Ruth LSchwartz


This is a love poem for all the tomatoes
I squished to make our Date-Night spaghetti.
Our love, like the pasta, was shiny So the story goes.

We sit at our table, between us a rose
Red as the marinara I chose (He let me).
This is a love poem for all our tomatoes.

We watch the steam, which the mouth quickly blows
Away (like the wind and those petals the day he met me).
Our love, like the pasta, was sticky So the story goes.

We sip our red wine Chianti, it has a good nose.
(In the morning, do you think he will regret me?)
This is a love poem For all our tomatoes

Are gone, just as the wine hides grapes squished by toes
in authentic California vineyards (You get me?)
Our love, like the pasta, was steamy So the story goes.

We finish our meal with gestures the other knows.
(I wonder if he'll someday forget me.)
This isn't a love poem for all our tomatoes.
Our love, like our pasta, was al dente So our story goes.


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: allusion, devotion, epic, loneliness, muse, sad love, soulmate,

Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing 
To sense and taste of sinful skin 
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: grandparents, lonely, love, old, rose, sad love,

The Special Rose

She sits and rocks, so gently back and forth
Her chin leaning heavily on her chest.
In her hands she cradles, one flat waxed rose
And sighs as pain is swelling in her breast.

Her long grey hair, now tied up in a bun
Is what I see when entering the room.
I helplessly watch, her tear drops flowing,
They look like dew, upon the lonely bloom.

Slowly she looks at a picture nearby,
A glimpse of a smile creases her face.
Granddad with her, stand on their wedding day
With red roses, and a dress of white lace.

After the wedding, she said with a smile,
I took this one rose and waxed it back then.
Granddad had laughed at me wondering why.
I said, for the special memories when…….

And now this old rose, I hold in my hand,
Precious memories kept in my drawer
I pull it out remembering the day
When granddad loved me, and I loved him more.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
11.25.2014
Contest: Encounters with Flowers 
5th


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: lost love, sad love,

My Gift of Tears

Leave you my tears?
I think you already own them

They sparkle in dew on the grasses,
on your windows they cling to look in;
They see you with someone else laughing
And wonder if the joke is on them?
Days past they would have been with you,
Laughter's jewels alive in my eyes,
But tonight they beat on your windows;
Instead of bright smiles, they weep sighs.

Leave you my tears? 

In the rain they pour down from heaven,
They run down your walls to the ground.
They gather in rivers about you;
Don't you sense me when you are storm bound?
How you step on my heart when you walk out
With somebody else on your arm,
Playful like kids in spring showers,
Unaware of the heart you have harmed.

Leave you my tears? 

If I could wrap them up in a present,
give them all to you at one time,
My tears would make you an ocean,
Sink your ship on the sea of your crimes
My tears to me they are holy,
They tell of the heartbreak I've known;
You never knew how to treasure 
The love that bowed at your throne.

I leave you my tears


Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, September 5, 2014



Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: beauty, death, destiny, life, nature, sad love,

BUNDA CLIFFS

BUNDA CLIFFS

The crossroads led me to the edge of life,
a rugged path of love that caused despair.
In turmoil to escape my feelings rife
with anguish of a heart beyond repair.
By chance I wandered off the beaten track
to find a lookout with a view of might.
With past ways leading to a cul de sac
I stand above the beauty of the Bight.
A step to death, a stagger off the ledge,
on shaded stillness of the rocks below,
to end it all, against a future pledge,
befall the fate of love’s lament in tow.
			
In flight and fall, behind is past remorse,
A cliff to climb and conquer life’s new course.

1st September, 2016
T.J Grén


Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, beach, longing, lost love, romantic, sad love, sea,

We Will Never Know

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
on a deserted pebbled beach
a smile that got us talking
together slowly walking
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
on a deserted pebbled beach
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.

The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
I stroll alone by water's edge
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
a smile just out of reach
your presence unseen
where the surf briefly meets
the shore, only to recede
two souls forever out of reach
on a deserted pebbled beach
where a promise was made
and would break along the waves

was love not meant to grow?
we will never know....






A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler




Poem Details | by Kelly Deschler |
Categories: absence, break up, loneliness, longing, lost love, miss you, sad love,

For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.




Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: assonance, autumn, heartbreak, remember, sad love, summer, winter,

When Winter Comes, Remember Me

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When Winter comes, remember me 
beside you on lush ivory sand
If icy fingers beckon thee, 
arise and brush aside her hand

As you awake on shortening days, 
when Winter comes, remember me
Then frost just may forsake her grays 
and set hushed rays of color free

Light snow may fall so subtly, 
pale notes on parchment sheer as sleet, 
when Winter comesRemember me
and I shall play each shivering sheet

July's abundant harvest gone, 
I'm owed no Summer memory 
but hope you will, from this day on, 
when Winter comes, remember me....

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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 Shane Cooper |
Categories: betrayal, emotions, friendship, heartbreak, lost love, sad love,

FAIR WEATHER FRIENDS - COLLABORATION WITH JAN ALLISON

 
 You told me we’d always be friends
Out of the blue our friendship ends
I was your ‘forever friend’ - you told me so
Now you simply don’t want to know
 
Thought you the one on who I could rely
A comforting shoulder when I wanted to cry
A shining beacon that brought me light
Our friendship was a pure delight
 
You vanished, didn’t say a word 
Now all my questions go unheard
No reply I need so much to know why
How could you not have said good bye!

A tear I shed as I think of you tonight
Of all that was so happy and bright
I love you still more than you could know
I am desolate that I cannot tell you so

Soul mate and friend we were one
Linked in a bond that could not be undone
Yet here I sit the bond broken
My heart aches, my pain unspoken 
 


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,

You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!


Poem Details | by Scott Williams |
Categories: abuse, anxiety, fear, hurt, pain, sad love,

Come Hell or High Water

She looks out the window and sees him in the distance
So much fear inside leaves no room for resistance
If she ran right now she might be able to get away
With every broken rib she's nothing more than a cliche
She was once a strong woman, and could stand on her own
Now he's broken her will and more than one bone
Run, run, run her mind screams in shear terror
She unlocks the door without so much as a prayer
Maybe this time will be different and he won't be mad
Somehow she has to tell him he's about to be a dad
She should have taken that card and called the hot line
Her whole world changed as soon as she got the plus sign
If she can make it thru the night she'll pack up and leave
Somewhere deep inside she knows that's only make believe
She's his till the end, come hell or high water
There's nothing anyone can do about the oncoming slaughter.

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Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: angst, heart, heartbreak, love, sad love,

Unrequited Love

Unrequited love is the
forbidden fruit of the heart.
And if you long for its taste,
the pain can tear you apart.

What was never meant to be,
drains dying dreams of magic.
And like a moth to a flame,
the results can be tragic.

Under a veil of false smiles,
you try to hold back your tears.
And yet, hope’s mired in despair,
where it has languished for years.

Love, loneliness and fear, form
a gauntlet of emotions.
And you’re constantly crying
enough tears to fill oceans.

You suckle reality,
upon the bosom of night.
For fantasies morph into
memories at dawn’s first light.

Sequestered within your heart,
love has brought you to your knees.
Yet, in the land of pretend, 
there's no one to hear your pleas.


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: death, sad love, wedding,

FAMOUS LAST LINE

STAND BY ME Oh my darling the news is so bleak I saw the consultant only last week Think we better start making plans See the vicar; hear the wedding banns All I’ve ever wanted was to be your wife For better for worse, through trouble and strife The consultant confirmed I’ll not last the year Oh kiss me my darling; just hold me so near Wedding plans float around in my head My dying wish is that we should wed Time is running out so we mustn’t linger I want your wedding ring upon my finger A simple ceremony, just as quiet as can be All I ask my darling is that you stand by me SIDE BY SIDE All I ask my darling is that you stand by me My life is slowly ebbing away you see We always dreamed that one day we’d wed I don’t have long on this earth, and soon I’ll be dead I know our hasty wedding is not the way we planned Having spoken to the vicar, I know he understands We talked about our future, but now our plans must change Today we’ll be declared man and wife with gold rings exchanged We had so many plans of how our lives would be Sadly god has a very different plan for me Tears flow down our cheeks, as we become man and wife I will love you my darling for the rest of my life My dying wish was to be your bride Now I can face my fate with you close by my side Contest: Famous Last Line: Sponsored by Laura Loo 02~28~16


Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, pain, sad love, sorrow, truth,

I Need Time to Heal

Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)

*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, dedication, for her, heart, remember, romantic, sad love,

Eucalyptus Longing

The rushing wonts of action render these happenings unmovable,
These feelings, passionately felt, to dull words ill and strained
She clings, my koala, with chocolate eyes pining for my green
Though each time she lets me go, she leaves me docile and pained 

Once before I claimed her; yes, she did not turn away from me
But instead gazed on how the breeze could sway my branches
I wanted my bark to secrete the sweetest tears,
So she would know how eternally I yearn for her glances

For it is she alone, who can consume and digest my poisons
It is she alone—besides the sun—who gives me reason to stand erect


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: deep, loneliness, love hurts, sad love,

DESPAIR

SONNET – DESPAIR

Despair! With loveless life lost in my head,
shadowed by mind’s false pretense, thoughts in strife.
Loneliness! An emotion which I dread
without love, left is a meaningless life.
In my mind, my confusion despising,
with regrets of jealousy‘s abstraction.
At break of day a new day arising,
without hope to renew failed attractions.
Without love, without life, I cry in pain,
disenchanted of my life’s respect to share,
love’s ecstacy, but instead once again,
I befall to the darkness of despair.

Despair! The last feeling before life’s end.
Lost is a lonely heart that did not mend.


T.J Grén

31st March 2016


Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, relationship, sad, sad love,

No Roundabout- Its A Straight Road

Love is ultimate, but with you it was fatal. I had lots of laughter not until I said “I love you too!”. Number two was my certified location b’cos I’ve always reverenced you so high at the topmost of priorities. Your gladness was much more than my enjoyment, it germinated into compulsory duties I had to perform. My pride became your belt and my shame, your underpants. The definition of me translated to the adoration of you. I worry to give us a balance but you hurry to topple the equilibrium. My life, a spreadsheet of your errands, subjecting my feelings into a standby to suit your taste and exhausting comfort. But one day! The slightest of contact with an acid will change the litmus colour and a continuous debt by a tenant will abruptly render him homeless. Your oil is used up, the engine is knocked and the lamp has gone dark. A heart so tender, you deserve not. Arms once warm have been frozen to rigor motes. My back is turned towards you and that beauty, you’ll never see again. Go and taste the seedlings of the city’s daughters and the well sauced soups of its young maidens. I’m no longer yours even if nature advocates for mercy. Consider my sweetness and calm now as stones mixed in dough, baked and served with vinegar. You proclaim “I’m now a completely changed man”, I believe you, but for the next girl. Know this MrIrresistible guy, even if you’re the last birth of all men I’ll never again present my affections for your selfish trade. Goodbye my past lover, I sincerely wish you well.


Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: boyfriend, lost love, love, sad love,

Engaging Thoughts

i don't care
to see morning wink
from beneath the gray film
that leaves the day
undeveloped,
it's easier 
to pretend
that night
has yet to end.

night's black 
is the only veil
yet to cover my eyes
and i'm tired 
of playing wife
to the unworthy,
tired of hiding
behind the thickness
of gray moods.

it's raining again
scribbling night's color
upon my cheeks,
kissing my lips
with day's aftertaste,
yet i pretend to smile
when love looks my way.

in all reality
i'm too old to care,
too old to dream of...

today,
night still holds me
in the negatives,
this day's still undeveloped
yet my mind
isn't anymore,
and my last thought
before anything can blush
is to be walked 
slowly down the isle
in satin and bows
pretending 
to be the bride
i never was
as you lift 
the veil of white
and kiss me
one last time
and pretend
to miss me.


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: betrayal, heartbreak, love hurts, sad love,

LOVING HER WAS ANOTHER

SONNET – LOVING HER WAS ANOTHER

Ill at ease, uneasiness churned my mind,
hesitant suspense to seek awareness
to ease the qualm, face the moment to find
what possessed the change in virgin fondness.
A trembling moment of truth, to smother
the passion of love, piercing through the heart.
Gone was she; loving her was another,
at that urgency my world fell apart.
A heavy stone fell on my heart, to weigh
down the reverie to depths of distress,
for fervid lust the virgin love betray,
to lonesome dimness, loneliness regress.

The flame of love, smoldering passion ashed,
head down bowed I reversed away, abashed.


T.J Grén


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: sad love,

DO YOU LOVE ME

You told me simply we were friends But you conceal your aching heart My love for you it never ends You told me simply we were friends Dreaming of you my heart ascends Forbidden love keeps us apart You told me simply we were friends But you conceal your aching heart 09~26~14 Written for One New Triolet Contest Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: bio, death, life, poets, sad, sad love, visionary,

the PoEt and THEE GREATEST POEM NEVER SPOKE

WAIT!

the poet laughed
there's love to document
there's passion, there's hate!

WAIT!

where's my pen, my typer? 
my life is my art

Living passed by and the world did it's thing, rotating, tilting, and changing
but the poet sat idle, conjuring thought 
he dreamt aloud, awake 
of simple times
he drank
he smoked, lied, and bargained
yet never put into motion 
what realities he should have, could have sought 
funny how it happens for the poet
poetically tragic, this nothing whatsoever 


WAIT!

cried the overweight, medicated poet
cornered by walls of his own brain
such a creative mind wasting away
a mind with fingers
no friends, and without eyes

the Poet scurried, smelling rain one day
so he looked to the window and wrote "Thee Greatest Poem Never Spoke"
trees gave leaves to fall and winter gave way to crawl 
then blew it's load
the poet spoke again,

WAIT!

these beauteous seasons are the very reason my pen leaks prolific ink of lines so great
then spring sprung 
bells rang and flings flung
but the poet failed to dare to love
women and children and angels passed his tearful face
and he gasped

WAIT!

I must write and express and show this amazing grace
 
sadly summer came and went again
upon it's glorious exodus the poet wrote and wrote
more and more of stars he never saw 
and of rain his skin failed to feel
and of things he could only imagine
tears of everything doused the poet's pale cheek and he ate the pain which enveloped him
dim lights appeared as a nightmare 
and finally one bright light of tunnel vision sizzled his name 
the name he'd long since forgotten
just like everyone else

wait...the poet whimpered
wait..

tho' fate 
would not,
could not,
WAIT.


Poem Details | by Ashley W. |
Categories: goodbye, loss, sad love,

Romance was not our Muse

Romance was not our muse, he types
Not writes his farewells before each morning -
A simple 'Till tomorrow' left by cooling sheets.

We started as lovers, before we were friends
Speaking in touches instead of thoughts
Every night he clouded our secrecy
With cigarette smoke, an ashtray beneath my bed, 
A counter of the days we were spent.

But a playful joke turned bittersweet, I slipped
My favourite glinting stud, a gift
In his pocket lining, finding instead a reminder
Of sin and silent lives, a ticket 
To home and back to reality.

In dawn’s light and an empty bed, I wrapped 
Bruised red lips around his fading cig, enjoying
The lingering taste of him and his ashy breath.

Romance was not our muse, I type
Not write my farewells before the morning -
A simple 'Good-bye' left by cooling sheets.


Poem Details | by Hansteven Selfa |
Categories: emotions, feelings, for her, for him, love, rain, sad love,

Rain

The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastatingYou evaporated too fast like waterAnd so it didn't give me affrightI know you're like water, you'll precipitate one day 
 
And so, that one day came by destinyI was in my room when it rained pieces of youI went outside and felt the touch I've missed for somehow a long timeI enjoyed your every drop, the petrichor and the moist 
 
I badly wanted you backI longed for the water which drowns me in loveThe water that gives me life every time I'm dehydratedThe water that forgives whoever I amOnly if I could collect all of your pieces and bring you back to my life forever, without you being gone once moreBut I know, it will never happen 
 
For now, I enjoy your unexpected visits and perchance sojournsI relish your every comingIn that way, I still manage to have you, even though I know you have to evaporate again.


Poem Details | by tom bell |
Categories: life, lost love, sad, love,

To My "Layla"

Where is that woman
I so loved so long ago?
And for reasons unfathomed
I love as much still

Beauty beyond compare
to me
Simple in thought
But complex in love

Years of remorse
have run their course
They have worn me down
I admit, I deserve no more
For as i guess oft happens
A fool will hurt himself

Where is she now? I wonder
Does she sleep alone like me?
Or next to someone
She wishes is elsewhere

Or, if blessed with luck-
Entwined in the arms
Of one she so loves

Oh, if it could be me
Foolish me...
Unable to endure
A love so intense
I felt I was losing
my identity
I found this powerful
love, this passion,
almost an obsession
Too scary to deal with

So I walked-
and 35 years later
so much
would love to
retrace my steps...
leading to her...

At least to know
how her life has unfolded
Not to rekindle
Love's embers
I'm not the same
as I was then

Worn down by years
Of abuse and pain
Yet every day
I think of her again

The apple of my eye
Layla incarnate

Once bodies entwined
Sweetest hours of my life

I'm a fool
So much a fool
Regret is my daily meal
Fools deserve no more 

For many years gone by,
And many years to come
I will regret...
The acts of this fool."