Love Poems About Cringe or Cringe Love Poems
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories: art, heart, lost love, love, muse, philosophy,

Desire Love Romance

All lovely words
when understood

All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions

Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy

Love, we crave at Kings expense
	at times
		Sacrificing those whom love us true
			spilling blood at humanities alter

Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies

Beware the soft spoken 
cringe when you hear words only a token

Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........

Breathe actions, not poetic verse

by Christi Kopp |
Categories: angst, death, loss, sadday,

Final Days

Thoughts of a world without you
Make me cringe.
I felt you were invincible.
You were the constant,
The strength when I could carry the pain no more.
Always the courage when I was afraid.
My sole source for true love,
Love independent of my success or failure.
Never could I imagine this day would come.
Now, death grips your hand tighter than life.
I try to be strong.
I hope I am brave.
I pray every day I find your traits in me.
The hours seem to fly.
Tomorrow floats so far ahead.
Nothing is certain,
Each breath could be the last.
I weep, sad for the impending loss.
Yet joyous in the knowledge
Soon you will suffer no more.

by John Allen |
Categories: lost love, sad, visionary, heart, heart,

Tear In the Hourglass

A tear in an hourglass
so slowly it falls
a sorrow for every dream
that lay shattered against the wall.

So fragile is such a thing
that withers in part
what sadness she brings
in broken heart

Doth do we cringe
bent on broken knee
wounded in love
wounded by thee

Dulled is the sword
that had swung with such force
splintered is the shield
but the heart injured worse

All heroes are slain
killed in passionate war
every heart breaks
to love nevermore


by Raven Drake |
Categories: identity, imagination, loss, symbolism,

Mirage

Is this the ghost within
 Poking through my skin
 Crashing through a mask or two 
 Rapping as I cringe

 Is this the part that dreams
 Is this the part that sings
 Or the sharp tooth on a devil's wing
 Searching for a scream

 Is this the task at hand
 The host that makes demands
 Or some vagrant in a mirror world
 Too worn out to stand

 I thought I was alone
 With this wind that bites my bones
 My higher self, a drunken elf
 Too spaced out to phone

 Is this my shadow on the run
 Some hope without a home
 Is this the love I dared to shun
 Or the god that I disowned

 Written by © Raven Drake

by Sara West |
Categories: abuse, child abuse, depression, grief, irony, loss, mom,

A Lot On My Plate

Ironic.
A full plate in life
An empty plate on the table.
When I hear "you've got a full plate",
I cringe; I'm starving.

Starving for dreams that can't come true
Mother's mistake can't undo
I'd rather starve than eat like you.

Not hungry today
Got a lot on my plate 
Fasting for nothing 
But pain.

Feed me pain 
It's all I understand now
Or let me go
How I still love you so...
Ironic.

by Kara Mclain |
Categories: adventure, confusion, life, loss, mystery, parody, people, recovery from...,

Dear Aunt Josephine:

Shy, sweet, timid Aunt Josephine,
What has happened to you?
Once so adventurous.
Once so alive.
Living life simply for the ride.
Love, passion,
It was all there.
One unhappy ending, now
You’re so scared.

You run, you scream,
You cringe in the corner.
You sell out the young ones
Just for one more hour.
You’re crazy, psycho,
And totally unfair.

Why do you run from the past?
So afraid to point a finger?
Why’d you give up on life?
Why’d you give in to the strife?

I ask so many questions 
Because you were once so nice.

by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: 11th grade, may, school, teacher, teenage,

Long About May In School

When spring's in the air, teachers cringe,
students' attention on the fringe.
Young minds on love, at least on like,
others just take a mental hike.

Required courses, long about May
invite clown acts, at least horseplay.
When pupils fail to meet your eye,
Are they asleep? or did they die?

Assignment made, Keats' Grecian Urn.
Write anything that you have learned.
Cheap pens, a dollar a dozen,
kept my English lit class buzzin'.

Class clown provided not a few
then he showed some tricks they could do.
When pens abound with certain flair
this teacher found - springs in the air.

written 03/03/18

by Joseph Sergi |
Categories: feelings, inspirational, night,

Tale of the Night

Look at the moonlit sky with the stars suspended above,
we feel our bodies drift away like the flight of a dove.
But we see the night with evil and despair,
we treat it with dread and even fear.
We fill it with tales of horror made up of our lies,
and teach our children to cringe and cover thier eyes.
But the night is for lovers and to watch the stars above,
to hear the songs of crickets or for the peace that we love.
So when the day is turning gray and night begins to fall,
hold this time to your heart and listen to the nights call.

JSergi

by Marti Sutherland |
Categories: relationship,

Which One of Us Is Out of Tune

If love speaks the same language
why are our words misunderstood?
One of us lost a pleasant voice.
Was it by chance or by choice?

Our singing was always in sync,
just like the love we shared,
but lately we're out of harmony.
One of us is singing off key.

We're like a piano out of tune
hitting notes that makes us cringe.
We might as well both be mute.
A truth neither of us can refute.

by Deb Wilson |
Categories: lost love,

Tempest of Pain

In the mists that swirl and speak your name
I'm quickly falling under.
This depth of my love's burning flame
just sends my soul asunder.

When daylight fails and I am lost
it's your dark heart I find.
If you could only feel the cost;
if you could read my mind.

You'd know the damage you have done;
the tempest of my pain.
With battles lost,no victory's won,
no pleasure left to gain.

Now you'll be on your merry way;
we never more shall meet.
The way I feel mere words can't say
as I cringe in defeat.


won 1st place in the contest "Write Me A Lightfoot Poem "
date won  5/12/2012

by Perrin Peacock |
Categories: birthday, dad, daughter, father daughter, flower,

To My Daughter, Sophia

"Is it a girl? I think it's a girl!!...Doc?"
Flowers form'd blooms from sunny Easter skies
Let's call her Sophia Pascal Peacock
Our first baby born with baby blue eyes

You were two, I'd brag..."See what I'm seeing?"
Sighing, your mother would cringe and quiver
"Look! We've made the perfect human being,
She got all the best things we could give her!"

Wisdom, passion, love flows from your spirit
So alive with drive, caring and kind too
Accepting defeat? No, you won't hear it
So...you know...we can't be more proud of you

Birth day, we pray'd, thank'd God that He brought her
Now sweet sixteen, my beautiful daughter

by Chicano Eddie |
Categories: how i feel, i love you, i miss you, love, magic, wife, woman,

Alone With These Walls

"ALONE WITH THESE WALLS"


the street in this
God forsaken city
is quiet.

I see you on the
bed, I see where
you're supposed
to be, I see a belly
button full of
purpose.

a laugh so immaculate
the gods take a second
look at their lovers and
cringe.

tonight you're under
another roof, tonight
your pillow stays cold.

tonight,
I miss you.


By: Chicano Eddie
11-23-2016

by Sean Cosslett Moore |
Categories: angst, introspection, philosophy, sad, time, visionary, world,

Tower of Babel

belfrey and the bats therein
   risen high on heady winds
as if a quirk as if a whim
   the bats like rats within  my soul
they sat like cats within my skull
   beneath this skin inside was sin
this world will fail for lack of men
   and bats full of rabid ilk
spilled my brain with spider silk
   i quaffed the gall and rancid milk
to binge i cringe outside the fringe
   and cinder singe my heart a twinge
O belfrey and the bats therein
   i've hurt my friends my love my kin
the world will fall because of men
   as ashes fall from burning oil
demand the bats be damned to toil
   be dimmed to gnats and brought to boil
the world will fall as well as men

by Allan Granstrom |
Categories: brother, introspection, loss, people, philosophy, sad, social, sympathy

Street Smarts

There's a thing called street smarts I'm learning about.
Everyone seems to have them but I am without.

Do unto others before they do it to you.
This is their motto, it's all that they do.

I cringe when I see it, they laugh when they find
someone they call a sucker who is only being kind.

They bleed them to death then move on to another.
I guess they don't know, you should always love your brother.

They live life backwards, I guess they always will.
Look at live spelled backwards and you get evil.

by Joanna Daniel |
Categories: lost love, pain, sad,

A Drop of Sorrow

"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
                                   ~ Constance La France

"A dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
I stagger again in sheer disbelief

A lifetime of ache, a twinge of hurt
A prime heartbreak, I cringe in discomfort

A sting of distress, a twist in fate
I sing to suppress dismissed hope's dictate

A lament of woe, a prick of stress
This torment slow, a trick of love's caress

A drop of sorrow, a pang of throes
It'll stop tomorrow, this clang of shadows


16th May 2023


For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - A quotes" contest

by Jesse Jones |
Categories: friendship, introspection, loss, lost love, mystery, people, social,

Untitled #285 / a Shared Smile

Why must a shared smile and a high five
send ripples of pain shivering through my body?
Cringe, oh cringe, at the double-edged sword of desire!

by Paula Larson |
Categories: love,

Love Lock

Say not the thought before exhort
concerns resolve, that lock of hair,
love's hearing from thy heart's resort
spins carelessly, o'er ear to wear!

Bridge data's spring, inert affair
does vestige but the time's infringe,
some wrestling's fate, my own trust's dare
does barter with suggestion's hinge!

Protect thy grace, my own declare
so hunted like that lone deer's ring,
upon contention, beauty's bare
audaciously seeks moments's twinge!

Nor gain denotes this callous cringe
that moment's closeness so impair,
the pathway to my thought's impinge
speaks "love you" . . . through that lock of hair!

by Evelyn Rose |
Categories: june, love, poetry, sad love, truth, writing,

Really Love

i fear the day you go away
but i cringe every day in between.

i want the sun to come and play,
take you through fields of green.

twist me in knots, don't let me break.
carry me up to lonesome lake.

the new hampshire air is what i need
or maybe a simple sea breeze.

i know i am weak
and i don't make it easy.

you said i was the one
but nothing could please me.

words are just that
and actions are a step above.

before you say those three words,
just make sure it's really love.

by Elena Welsh |
Categories: heartbroken,

Disappointment

I had a taste of disappointment today 
It was bitter, foul on my tongue 
It helped me to sink further into my self-inflicted misery 
It left me somewhere between 
Telling myself it’ll be ok
And believing I’m stupid to be feeling anything at all 
I had a taste of disappointment 
It was possibly the worst thing I could have ingested 
And you gave me the spoon with which I could eat it 
But you ate some too 
And I love you anyway 
We tasted disappointment 
But we know it’ll digest eventually
And we understand that sometimes we’ll have to endure 
That obscene taste again
And that disappointment is not the end
Just something to cringe at, consume, and move on from

by Monte Banner |
Categories: life

Even After.

I am a fountain spewing, not lava but love,
And the sexy man I am becomes better,
And as i seep down my muscles shimmer from the light above.
As i flow more, the ground around me just becomes wetter.

My enemies cringe as I walk and become wanted,
And people stare but i pretend I don't see,
My destination is that of a ball, punted.
Because where ever I land, is where I shall be.

The power I posses is always easily seen,
And it welts out of my body every time i speak,
Hurricane winds but never do i fall or lean.
So I shall become greater, even after my peak.

by Mehdi Hajizadeh |
Categories: death, life, sad,

I Cringe When the Smoke Comes

I cringe when the smoke comes
Of the crippled boy leaning on the ground
Creeping toward the sounds
Of the birds of love, celebrating
A cremation party with bounce.


I cringe when the smoke comes
 To the hardy knight’s pout
Under the hyena’s slurping sounds,
To the immolated pigeon on the ground.

I cringe when the smoke comes
When a holy page burns
Bunches of lilacs and roses.

And I cringe and cringe
Whenever the smoke comes!

by Lebo Bopalamo |
Categories: how i feel, love,

Wilting Crave

Phase your days in twisted pairs
One to try my stricken heart and
the second to defeat all else
And press the hoards to see your way
a brass construct defined as gold,
a shiny crest enshrined as told
Appease the ones who drive the worst
of hidden loves denied the light

A shoddy roof that knows no sun
A puzzling quiz without a maze

Entrust a me to all of you
a wavy strain that tries your gaze
a simple trust that prays and wants
Choose your best in bustling grips
To wrestle free, ensures we love,
to stay denied recounts our past

Say it now and see them cringe
They know not love
unless we sync,
The twist they crave
can never wilt

by Erica Lewis |
Categories: allegory, confusion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love

The Crush

While climbing mountains
I breathe deeply
an eternity of sky

Fastly beats the uneven
hammer of my heart
under multi-layered
coats of pain

My fingers clamour
for a more solid grip
as I slip from 
the safety of my line
into the grey of your eyes

Arms flailing
the vertigo swallows me
as I fall hopelessly
into your soul

I cringe
waiting for the impact
of jagged rocks and 
the inevitable crush of my bones.

by Nik Pearce |
Categories: desire, heartbreak, heartbroken, hurt, i love you, i miss you, love hurts,

If Only

I wish I was the one 
but I know I am not 
it is not me that makes you cry 
tears of despair or tears of joy 
thoughts of me 
do not keep you awake each night 
I am not the first one you think of 
when you awake in the early hours 
I cannot shower you in kisses 
touch your cheek, wrap my arms around you 
and promise you forever 
I can't give you long smouldering looks 
then wink to make you laugh 
or say something corny and make you cringe 
My impending visits won't set your heart a flutter 
my silence or my leaving, 
just an inconsequential stutter 
to the day that the one returns 
and sweeps you off your feet 
leaving me behind 
to sit 
and watch
and weep

by Celeste Gil |
Categories: boyfriend, conflict, feelings, together,

This Is Why

i live with my enemy she revels in my sadness
she smiles when i am in pain
and cries when i am washed with relief 
i am what she wishes and i wish what she wants 
she is my demon, my unhappiness is her smile 
i feel when she wants my life 
the ones that love me feel her wrath 
as she tightens their throats with my words 
and wets their eyes with my hands 
i am caged in my own reflection 
unashamed she waves as if she is welcome 
i cringe from your hands because of the claws she hides with mine 
i cover my heart from you for the fear you will love her as well
she has no mercy