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When Lost Love Haunts

suck_my_nipples
Miss Erotica
Lost Thinker
India
Joined 7th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 26

Poetry Contest

Broken hearted people's try to move on in life but past love's memory haunts and create obstacles to move on in life.
There are some basic rules...
1. Don't share other's poem, only own creative skill is welcomed. Courtesy should be yours only.
2. Talk about only the pain and sufferings you experience while the love of your life is lost forever and you know still you have to live, no matter how deeply the past memory haunts.
3. Post only the poem (and/or images), nothing else would be entertained.

*Best of Luck!*

diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 42awards
Joined 18th Dec 2009
Forum Posts: 1701

My Desperate Town  

I found a hair clip today
tears refill an old
windy bay
I'm alone so cold
no longer can I hold
the morning of a new day .

The time we spent
has left to bigger dent
the feelings left behind
your smile and laugh
of its own kind
you moved the matter
the cells of a scatter
that make up my
shattered mind
of a no better .

We sit together
frozen in pictures
coats of leather
laughing in stitches .

The earth unkind
buries me to hellish heights
all the kings charge and remind
me of the gone knights .

As the bird flies
I rub my hydrated eyes
please god give me
a pleasant  surprise .
bring her back
and light up the down
to replace the black
of my desperate town .



RabbitJunk
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom 1awards
Joined 19th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 10

you could pick almost any poem at random from my page and find one that fits but this one is one of my favourite on the subject. (hopefully i understand the concept of the competition correctly)

Degeneration of a sacrifice.

As I crash through life from one relationship to another,
I find I have a bad habit of falling too much into love.
Inebriated by the attentions of a woman I  
Readily;
Easily;
Regrettably ;
Metaphorically;
Rip my heart out of my swollen chest and place it delicately in her hands,
Whereupon I silently;
Solemnly;
Purposefully;
Ask them to take care of this for me.
Invariably, through time, I seem to mess something up.
My heart's guardian tosses it aside in a mixture of disgust and disappointment  
And I am left with a hollow, empty soul into which I must grow a new one.
As with any regeneration, it is not a perfect replica.
Scabbed;
Scarred;
Stunted.
Nevertheless it is all I have to offer to the next smiling eyed woman who
Ensnares me with her gaze and cheeky grin.
Captivating me with an intoxicating air and outstretched expecting hands.
And once more I extricate my sanguine organ and place my token down,
Only for the cycle to repeat.  
I wonder how many more times can I perform this task before it fails.
Fails to be recognisable as that which it is supposed to be.
Fails to be a satisfactory offering unto the goddess to whose alter I kneel before this time.
Fails to survive the extraction.

suck_my_nipples
Miss Erotica
Lost Thinker
India
Joined 7th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 26

RabbitJunk said:you could pick almost any poem at random from my page and find one that fits but this one is one of my favourite on the subject. (hopefully i understand the concept of the competition correctly)

Degeneration of a sacrifice.

As I crash through life from one relationship to another,
I find I have a bad habit of falling too much into love.
Inebriated by the attentions of a woman I  
Readily;
Easily;
Regrettably ;
Metaphorically;
Rip my heart out of my swollen chest and place it delicately in her hands,
Whereupon I silently;
Solemnly;
Purposefully;
Ask them to take care of this for me.
Invariably, through time, I seem to mess something up.
My heart's guardian tosses it aside in a mixture of disgust and disappointment  
And I am left with a hollow, empty soul into which I must grow a new one.
As with any regeneration, it is not a perfect replica.
Scabbed;
Scarred;
Stunted.
Nevertheless it is all I have to offer to the next smiling eyed woman who
Ensnares me with her gaze and cheeky grin.
Captivating me with an intoxicating air and outstretched expecting hands.
And once more I extricate my sanguine organ and place my token down,
Only for the cycle to repeat.  
I wonder how many more times can I perform this task before it fails.
Fails to be recognisable as that which it is supposed to be.
Fails to be a satisfactory offering unto the goddess to whose alter I kneel before this time.
Fails to survive the extraction.


Ha Ha! Lol! I find you're telling my story to myself. I've the same tale to tell you. I just wonder if there's any end of it, sometimes I feel I'm a cheat coz every time I feel "this is the end. If she goes away from my life I won't survive. Then she goes away for sure and I try to commit suicide in hope to prove my loyalty to her. But another temporary angel comes and the game of exchanging hearts, taking vows n oaths, getting ready to spend my "whole life" with her, thinking about marriage - all these restarts. If this is what they say as starting anew well, I better put a permanent period in it. And if I really was in love with any of them for whom I try to destroy myself, eliminate myself by committing suicide then how can I fall in love again to utter the same emotional things to another woman who despite of knowing everything about my past and my nature offers me all she has mentally, physically, spiritually and willingly? Can you help me to get my answer...well if you have one that is!

BoFantastic
Thought Provoker
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She Left On A Spaceship

she fell from the sky like a comet
she caught my eye from the first moment
she loved my science and my math
but she adored my poet
I wrote her about love, gently
but I broke her body down, plenty
I do that when I get too hard too fast
she never knew what thunder was
until my lightning buzzed
I busted my bolts inside her observatory
now she's going back to her home planet
with swollen ovaries
I got her good and pregnant
now her planet is that much more beautiful

deepestInk
Strange Creature
Joined 24th Feb 2015
Forum Posts: 5


a cold grey path
Have any of you stood on the brink of an abyss..... And as I stare down into that hollow grave plot dug to the depths only hells serpentine whore knows how truly deep... I stare dumbfounded by the elegance of the cold way hells lakes burn so deep and yet ignite such a primal lust  a lust for peace only your insanity seems to be the only logical way to silence the screams of so many unjustly punished hopes and dreams of your ignorant youth.... And the serpentine s intoxicating song is so damming we can't even believe all the corpse's we must tumble down to drink in her lyrics....... For ever yours old friend
       J.C. Vazquez

suck_my_nipples
Miss Erotica
Lost Thinker
India
Joined 7th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 26

BoFantastic said:She Left On A Spaceship

she fell from the sky like a comet
she caught my eye from the first moment
she loved my science and my math
but she adored my poet
I wrote her about love, gently
but I broke her body down, plenty
I do that when I get too hard too fast
she never knew what thunder was
until my lightning buzzed
I busted my bolts inside her observatory
now she's going back to her home planet
with swollen ovaries
I got her good and pregnant
now her planet is that much more beautiful


Can you please explain where the theme is present in your writing? Who lost love here and whose memory is going to be haunted because of getting love and losing that! I guess all you still have experienced is sex, not love. I wish you fall in true love for once and see it getting died, maybe then you'll understand what is the theme of the poem! You seem too immature now to understand the pain of love and the haunting, sad, melancholic memory that makes our lively life hell!

diddi
StephenPaul Summerscales
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 42awards
Joined 18th Dec 2009
Forum Posts: 1701

The Hours That Growl      


Headlights flick on
as the sun goes down
although you're gone
night falls in the town
uneven camber road
rises to fall
my life a mere diode
fighting to be shone .



Every word
from my tongue
resounds aloud
the absurd
and the wrong
hurts with a pound
I sure do belong
interred to the ground
moments seem too long  
in hours that growl .



The radio
in my car
plays its tunes
so happy and so far
from I in gloom
how dare the world
and stars
not feel my doom
they go along with Mars
in orbital zoom .



Stop !
god dammit now
and feel my pain
just drop
with all heads bowed
to this new phase
I hate all of how
it's 'Just another day'
please with me drown
in a sorrowful bad way .



I miss you
like a clout
a nail should receive
by a hammer
without doubt
in some hand
that's swinging free
I need you like a pout
needs kissing desperately
I beseech you
inside out


please !


come on over
to me .







iiLoVeLy_SoUlZii
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 1st Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 7

||BROKEN...||
"broken heart..." what a cruel feeling...so very, very cruel....it is a feeling of discust ....the word of loneliness ....a feeling that is a KILLER itself ...it is the feeling of despair*...the feeling of the lost and an extra addition to /depression\ we all have. Once you FEEL that one feeling...it takes ages to get out of that dark abyss we call hell. Its all stuck in our heads. The FEAR OF DIEING ALONE. Its a feeling Deep, DEEP inside your blood driven curse organ we call "HEART" It is as if someone we truly cared about cut into our scarless skin and DeVoUrEd it....its almost a dropping feeling deep inside so...so hurtful you close your fists and press them into your chest SUDDENLY dropping to your knees...and sheding a tear thou can not hold in..year after year it repeats again....it only takes so long to break....thus makes me STRONG*....but ||BROKEN....||

HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1613

--COME WHAT MAY AND THEN SOME--


Please take the memories with you
All the dreams shared between
Two lovers entwined 'neath the moon
And betwixt tangled sheets
 
I stare in space in winter's grasp
When the cold wind blows through
Shattered window panes at long last
In the dark midnight hues
 
But I cannot let you go
Not without me, know
That the days have gone dark
With reminders bleak and stark
Angels wept at your downfall
Now I'm pushed against the wall
Lacerations and penance come
What may and then some
 
Your songs turn brittle in my hands
Words I've sung many times
The tears pour over like a dam
Revealing sadness, I find
 
That I still write letters to you
Questioning all and God
But I have never learned the truth
Mysteries in the blood
 
And still I may never know
Buried in the snow
Terminal in your eyes
Was it merely suicide?
Angels weep eternally
In branches of dying trees
The hanging rope and penance come
What may and then some
 
A wisp of smoke
Or a trick of light
A fleeting glimpse
Or rustled fabric
Yesterday's crumbs
And whatever may come
 
The whiskey fails to chase the dreams
Away into nothing
Everything is just as it seems
There when the darkness brings
 
The shadows with their haunting songs
Still wailing their laments
Blurring the lines 'tween right and wrong
Until the tears are spent
 
But I cannot let you go
Not without me, know
That the days have gone dark
With reminders bleak and stark
Angels wept at your downfall
Now I'm pushed against the wall
Delirium and penance come
What may and then some
 
 
 
 
 
(c) 2015 Frank Green

iiLoVeLy_SoUlZii
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 1st Mar 2015
Forum Posts: 7

\\Lost Love//
I had a dream one night about my lost love. He was happy but there was something different... A different feeling all together. It felt as if my heart had sunk. "what is this feeling?" I had questioned myself "this...this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach..." It was such a strong feeling i just fell to my knees and doubled over crying...crying in the distance. FINALLY it had occurred to me. My mind somehow CLICKED together within that mix of envy and sadness. "He" was happy with ANOTHER girl. She was shorter than I and she was making "him" happy. "Wasn't that MY job?" i had asked myself. Then...the most painful sight happened...he KISSED her and he looked..he looked HAPPY. I had returned to my thoughts and turned away from the hurtful scene. There he was... my \\Lost Love//-Evangaline💔

RabbitJunk
Twisted Dreamer
United Kingdom 1awards
Joined 19th Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 10

suck_my_nipples said:
Ha Ha! Lol! I find you're telling my story to myself. I've the same tale to tell you. I just wonder if there's any end of it, sometimes I feel I'm a cheat coz every time I feel "this is the end. If she goes away from my life I won't survive. Then she goes away for sure and I try to commit suicide in hope to prove my loyalty to her. But another temporary angel comes and the game of exchanging hearts, taking vows n oaths, getting ready to spend my "whole life" with her, thinking about marriage - all these restarts. If this is what they say as starting anew well, I better put a permanent period in it. And if I really was in love with any of them for whom I try to destroy myself, eliminate myself by committing suicide then how can I fall in love again to utter the same emotional things to another woman who despite of knowing everything about my past and my nature offers me all she has mentally, physically, spiritually and willingly? Can you help me to get my answer...well if you have one that is!


I cannot conceive of a scenario where suicide would be the answer. You must try and believe in yourself when it comes to break up. It hurts. It hurts so badly, but it won't kill you. It either makes you stronger or makes you colder, from my experience.
On a related, but frivolous note, I saw an album some time ago entitled something like "if you cannot live without me, then why were you alive when we met?"  It's a good position to take. You are not alive because of anyone except your parents for the birth and yourself from then on.
Stay strong.

Ianhelpless
Ian helpless
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 23rd Apr 2014
Forum Posts: 14

I lie awake
Under crystals cakes
I try to sleep
That only causes dreams

I lie awake. Another night gone
I turn my head. her things in the corner
I stomp them out
The glass cuts my feet

It hurts so much
Knowing I care for her
It hurts so much
No being enough for her

The pain just grows
Every day I know
I won't heal
Lean in for the kill

It hurts so much
Knowing I was perfect
It hurts so much
but she is worth it

I lie awake writing this poem
I have a tear regretting it all
It hurts so much
To live on
The only reason I don't die
She might cry

It's an argument in my mind
Who should I choose which side
It hurts so much
It hurts so much

My days are turned to grey
Without her I just can't make
Happiness
Happiness

Picture frame shards is all we are

J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
Joined 20th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 218

Tougher now


Now,
In the middle of,
Winter.

I can,
Finally,
Begin,
To think about,
Last,
Summer —

And you;

And us.


Sitting here,
Looking out,
At the snow,
Falling softly,
To earth —

I am reminded,
Of the rain,
That fell,
Gently;
Wetting us,
As we walked,
In the garden,
In no particular hurry,
To get to no particular place,
For no particular reason,
Peculiarly content,
In each others,
Company.


Last night,
Listening to the wind,
Drive the ice crystals,
Against the window,
Huddled,
Deeply cozy,
Under the feather comforter,
Nested in the center of the bed,
Curled around myself,
Missing cuddling with you.


You opened your body,
To me,
I opened my heart,
To you,
You kept hidden,
Your soul,
From me.


That morning,
When I awoke,
Alone;
All that remained of you,
Was a pair,
Of drying panties,
Hanging over,
The shower curtain rod;
Too wet for you,
To have packed;
And an almost empty,
Coffee cup,
In the kitchen sink.


I caught myself,
The other day,
In the mall,
Waiting for you,
Outside that store,
You love,
With a dress,
In the window,
That would look,
Wonderful on you;
And it hurt,
Knowing I would,
Never see you,
Wearing it.


Someone said,
You can only be hurt,
In your heart,
By someone,
To whom,
You have opened your heart;
You hurt me;
It still hurts.

The hurt is beginning,
To scab over.

Scabs form a protective layer,
Tougher that the original was.

I will be slower to love;
Tougher in giving my love;
Slower to expose myself;
Tougher to hurt again.

I’ve grown.

But I still hurt.

And,
Likely,
Always will:
At least,
In remembering you.

    

J_J_Jay_Jr
Fire of Insight
United States 17awards
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Forum Posts: 218

Walked out


As she walked,
Out of my life.

She took with her,
The very air I breathed.

Such was the punch,
I felt in my stomach.

Leaving me,
Gasping,
Doubled over,
As if a fetus,
Curled,
On the floor.

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