lost love, memory,
by Lin Lane |
I cannot brush away tiny grains of sand
as the waves can reclaim them for the sea,
nor sweep clean my memories of a man,
as if love we had was not meant to be.
A mystery it is to those who are
questioning the moon for ruling the tide.
After years of passion, now a tug of war.
His spoils of battle are tears I can't hide.
In weak moments, I drift in reveries
of walks on this beach, of holding his hand,
time spent in laughter; loving memories.
He threw us away, I don't understand.
Footsteps leave prints, washed out by ebb and flow.
I cry in vain, caught in love's undertow.
by njeri hunjeri |
poetry, poets, write, writing,
She calls and calls to me she cries
I hear her I hear her and for that am daring
For a friend and an enemy she has become
That soft kiss on my forehead
The phantom curse of our passion
How is it I and her have these conversations
The late night chats of our sorrows
The innocent depths of our dawn
By midday we play tug of war
I trying to chase her away
And she holding tight to me
We love and we cry
Sobbing on each other's shoulders
The ink undying
Fresh with each stroke
The poetry in me
The poem and the poet
by Anita Lovelace |
animals, funny, dog, dog,
Jake's as purty as a Boston terrier can be.
Grinning and jumping each time he sees me.
He’s happy to be fed and he dearly loves to fetch.
We use a little stuffed bear when we play catch.
I got him as a puppy and instantly could tell
He was a dog I would love and never ever sell.
He chewed on the corners of furniture and stuff.
He loves to play “tug of war” because we played so rough
Now he’s almost six years old, my friend Jake
He never fails to greet me, my day he does make
A good dog and companion for the whole family.
“Feed Jake” if I can’t, is my heart-felt plea.
by Herzel Poshiwa |
With a rough tug.
Pain transcends through my body,
Like an angry hurricane.
A black hideous mark.
A trace of recurring agony.
Left permanently to remind me.
Falling to the floor.
A thud to my sides.
A soft cry of hurt and laughter.
A swollen limb.
Marks the end of every day.
Sleeping on a pill eases the pain.
Dear sprained ankle.
I’m tired and it’s been long
Can we end this tug of war? I want to dance freely again.
© Herzel Poshiwa
by Daniel Turner |
This tug of war we're playing is no game
Especially when my love is the rope
The back and forth is causing such a strain
That all I'm holding on to now is hope
It seems that's all of you that's left to hold
When once I had you in these loving arms
But love gets slippery when it gets cold
Your chill has even frozen all my charm
To think that you could love someone like me
Whose only treasure is a broken heart
I was a fool when I dared to believe
And should have known it from the very start
Though it is broken. my heart is still gold
If you can't see it's value, let it go
an original poem by Daniel Turner
by Johnny Rhinem |
bullying, creation, humorous, inspiration, love,
Still the bone remained....
Pulling on his chain; ever snarling
A tug of war with, her tree as meat loaf
Became his dreams and gobble said the turkey
Unto her queen bee ? Blue bishops atop pogo sticks a fly
With one big eye siphoning the marrow from time's sparrow; slobbering
Their madman howls holy cow his orange cat meows wow, where has Alice gone.
by Dalila Agtani |
LABORIOUS LABYRINTH OF LOVE
Love must be complementing
It’s not a “tug of war”
That each side, end of the rope going against each other,
Instead of complete understanding
Not of a perplexing or confusing…laborious labyrinth of love.
Wherein the center, there is a gravitational force!
At any rate, even the wisest war tactician fails
If not possessed with solid know-how, diplomacy and good judgment
Lovers or protagonists must sit conform to each other.
They give and take
Study the problem
Solve the problem and not attacking
And not a squid or guerilla tactics or hide and seek process
But to a sharp contrast: to success
Rather than to a laborious labyrinth of love!
by Becc Kim |
love, love hurts, poetry, sad love,
In desperation they claw
too impatient to wait for one above all others
Recklessly tearing apart a whole for crumbs
Tasting aimlessly at any other
Thoughtless for the one
before their own
salvaging leftovers post tug of war
only taking while staking a claim for
self not the other
Minds eye will always wander
Unhappy while happy just like
Luck will let loose those untrue
Until that day comes left
stuck in the mud they are
but like others
Take care and thought
for the one that trumps all
Or choose mediocre and
end up failing and flailing
floundering love not love
faking it like all the others
by linda smith |
confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, love,
It is not a choice you see,
for this is how God made me.
My emotions in a tug of war.
To my psyche, she was a savior.
Out of the closet I did run.
The battle for my sanity was hard won.
A lifelong journey I made for her.
My love, she did concur.
by Stacy Stiles |
husband, introspection, lost love, sad,
Too much to do
Love for life
Now we’re cursed
I won’t change
This is me
Lost in a tug of war
Amidst this jubilee
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
by Nkully Mpoyiya |
absence, break up, confusion, lost love, love,
Back and forth in time.
Ups and downs seem to be all we have.
A tug of war in our love time.
Im lost in all the yes and no moments.
I want us to be in my mind and heart.
A part of me says let go for better coz I have seen your worst.
If I could hide the pain in my eyes I would.
Every thought of us brings floods of mixed emotions through me.
Uncertainty seems to weigh heavier on me than all the other trials ive faced.
The love was real.
The love was true and alive in every sense.
Im uncertain if I really want it back.
You see the lows over rided all the good we had.
Im tired, maybe im too afraid too move on.
Im babling I see.
by Amber Moultry-Harrison |
betrayal, conflict, fantasy,
Standing here at this alter
I don't know what to do
I'm suppose to be happy
But I'm feeling sad and blue
Torn between what I want and what I need
Lord, give me some mercy please
Looking into your eyes, makes me realize
That I have been lying to myself
Because I'm in love with someone else
Someone you trust and knew
But still you have no clue
Of this passion I have for another
I'm sorry to say he's close like a brother
So I join my hand with you
Knowing that our love will never be true
Before God and man
I have to take a stand
And do what is right
Even though its a hard fight
So I will close this door
Still in a tug of war....
by abie jayan |
Endless nights ,Endless days,
seems like a story in my life.
I say no,still goes far,
forbidden fruit tastes so dear.
Flesh or heart,which comes first,
tug of war decides at last.
Bed of roses,beside me,
chose the thorn to love the pain.
Am I a dice ,played by life?
or a whore of sleepless nights.
Written by Abie
by Jo Bien |
yesterday tethered to tomorrow
caught in a tug-of-war 'tween the two
going back holds nothing but sorrow
my future now a rosier hue
stuck in mud caused by the storm
the past corroded from rain
anticipating your next jump
love factored with the pain
the sun shines now from behind dark clouds
the rainbow that arcs 'cross blue
riding in on a silver horse
a hero to bring me through
dreams of the past may bring it back
quickly they fade with dawn
'til yesterdays face is just a blur
in the morning when I stretch and yawn
by Justin Debrosse |
Want to hold you and kiss you
And bite your neck until
You fall to pieces
by Gershon Wolf |
father, love, mother, relationship, son,
He tugs dad this way
He tugs mom that way
They forget he is there
And quarrel with each other ...
Driven to distraction
They speak freely, candidly, even brutally
Their son learns that marriage is not always a bed of roses
And that they love him -- and each other -- more than ever
by linda smith |
life, loss, love, passion,
I go through my day
and wade through my dispair.
I put up a veiled front
for all to see.
But I am only
lying to myself.
My friends say,
through my eyes,
my book is read.
I have struggled
with this delimma,
a tug of war between
my heart and soul.
Between my heart's desire
and my duty.
How much I want to escape
this stockade that
imprisons my heart.
To be the one
who lies deep within.