by Irfana Ali Bhat |
Categories:
lost love, heart, heart,
love is in the air
gifts of love seen everywhere
lonely heart sulking
a heart beating fast
wishing for a valentine
tears line lonely eyes
This day of love
Gave me scary wounds
I just ask you, why me?
for pd's contest
by Courtney Courtney |
Categories:
art, brother, daughter, devotion, family, father, food, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, happiness, holiday, hope, husband, love, mother, nostalgia, passion, people, places, romance, sister, travel,
When I'm home sick, sulking half the day because your not here,
And getting sadder if I say madder because your not there,
I remind myself in an unusual way theres worse fared,
If you don't mind being compared,
Repeating the many ways you cared,
The experiences fondly replayed in many ways,
Thoughts and memories that make me gay,
Every recipe, every taste,
Looking back it all seems in an awkward haste,
Now it is what I use to fill my plate,
It's what I use so I won't be late,
Staying here learning to appreciate,
All the miles, trucks caring freight..
For your Christmas gifts the children just can't wait,
But if you visit my mind would quake.
by Pretend Its Poetry |
Categories:
boyfriend, cry, feelings, first love, girlfriend, kiss,
Saw you with a Girl.
Jealousy Strike through me,
I Love you and I think...
it`s still not enough
I`m Broken Hearted
to see you both Kissing.
What did I do?
Am I not Enough for you?
Why?Why are you doing this to me?!
I`m Going Mentally and Physically Crazy,
You Broke my Heart..
With a Simple Knife Slash
You Hurted me and with all my Might...
I Tried,I tried to move on
But why couldn`t I ?!
This is Pissing me off!
Why? Tell me Why Am I sulking Over You?
As ig you are my Life?
It feels like...
My World Revolves Around you
by sashi prabhu |
Categories:
day, fantasy, imagination, love,
I wish to clasp and embrace you very close,
Rip open my throbbing heart,
And share love with you, my Rose
And never breathe moments apart
Often I visualize you all through the day
And feel I can see you very near,
Smiling and retorting to all I say,
But is that really you my dear?
Every day I pray that you will call
Make moments of my day joyous and bright,
I know I can only my memories recall,
And my sulking face is certainly not a great sight.
But I am sure now,
That I can reason and express what I mean.
And when I toss & turn, but sleep somehow,
You will appear and be with me in my dream……
by Brontë Morris |
Categories:
sadlove,
Many times I've thought of him
I can't get rid of the pain
Sulking around until someone asks what's wrong
Even my dog looks sympathetic
Right to him I wish I could go
Anyone could see my love for him
Better off dead
Love sucks when they don't love you back
Everyday is miserable
by fayaz bhat |
Categories:
romantic,
On Her Locket
================
O altering love! My love,
Let you remove the locket
Your pir-father has given you to wear
Around oh! Your delicate neck.
I’m sure you’ll find this life lovely again,
This earth—heavenly.
Those slipping smiles and that loud laughter,
Shall return.
That scolding and sulking,
That tickling, irritating and false-fighting,
All that fun, will surely return.
We’ll fly again together to that platonic world
And rule there…
As queen and king.
Or don’t tell me to interpret your dream,
“You were whole night
As amid dark dotted snakes
In a deep dark ditch
And loud laughed over by
The nasty monsters surrounding.”
by Anil Deo |
Categories:
addiction, appreciation, art, environment, planet, tree, writing,
On the radio: "plants have both beauty and intelligence!"
Her University professors were adamant:
"If you want beauty, rather than biology,
Why not transfer to art, or art history?!"
Lord, do forgive our experts, professors ...
Unwilling to teach as DEEPLY as C. S. Lewis, Tolkien, holocaust survivors ...
And trees: unstinting with shade, space for critters, flowers, fruit, air for me!
Never sulking, whining, withholding love: forgiving our poisoning spaces interminably
by sashi prabhu |
Categories:
desire, dream,
I wish to clasp and embrace you very close,
Rip open my throbbing heart,
And share love with you, my Rose
And never breathe moments apart
Often I visualize you all through the day
And feel I can see you very near,
Smiling and retorting to all I say,
But is that really you my dear?
Every day I pray that you will call
Make moments of my day joyous and bright,
I know I can only my memories recall,
And my sulking face is certainly not a great sight.
But I am sure now,
That I can reason and express what I mean.
And when I toss & turn, but sleep somehow,
You will appear and be with me in my dream……
date: 9 february 2014
by Rae Stegall |
Categories:
death, depression, husband, life, lost love, sad, me, home, home, me,
I know I can’t stay,
I died the night you passed away,
I’m stuck haunting this place like a ghost.
Hell looks a lot like home,
My post,
Greeted by your scent in the bedroom
I’ve found my doom,
In a home I haunt.
Sulking like a ghost,
I’m wasting away,
I died the day you did,
But in a completely different way.
Hell looks a lot like home.
Lost without you beside me,
Hold me close,
Protect me.
Never deny me what I want
And all I want is you
So keep me close.
But without you, you haunt my dreams,
I see you everywhere,
But things aren’t as they seem.
Even heaven is hell without you,
And this home looks a lot like hell to me.
by Toquyen Harrell |
Categories:
faith,
You
Know
Oh you
Love
by Satish Verma |
Categories:
imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, loss, love
Trampling the borders, he started
losing his vibrations.
He was asking for the perpetual forgiveness
for his bandaged ego.
The new incarnation.
For the broken homes
he refused to admit his side of guilt
and jumped into the frozen lake
for nursing his hot blood.
The faithless star.
The world did not exist
in total freedom.
Let him sleep, sulking away,
under the sea of wounds
unlistening to the wailing winds.
Not for the seeds
not for the flowers,
the crowds were assembling for the essence
of the drifting truth.
Nobody knew the red hot destiny.
SATISH VERMA
by Nicola An |
Categories:
boyfriend, celebrity, feelings, for him, love, missing you, poetry,
A day feels like mist of the wee hours,
once again I regale myself with
the buzz and the fuss
Coaxing my heart out of sulking
for it is an utter melancholy
and slightly a jest
TO MISS THE WIND KEENLY FELT
BUT CANNOT BE GRASPED
A tad mockery to be often left
by my own home as though giving away
is almost granting the world a consent
to steal from me
Yet I live through those tiny pleasures and loud celebrations ceaselessly shining your humble crown
for even my heart then stands on the highest pedestal