Love Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Poetry about lost love, heartbreak and relationship problems
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The Life
Passion
Grit
Servitude
Whose ?
Grit
Servitude
Whose ?
#BDSM
#minimalist
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Remains
Don't come to me with promises of eternal love,
not even with looks that promise hell.
I already know this road, this path
where every step is a thorn.
Don't enchant me with soft words
nor promises of new dances.
I already know that at the end of the song,
all that remains is loneliness.
Don't talk to me about burning passion
and not from a heart that lies.
I've seen this movie, I already know the ending,
where love is just a gale.
Don't promise me the brightness of the stars
and don't fill me with beautiful...
not even with looks that promise hell.
I already know this road, this path
where every step is a thorn.
Don't enchant me with soft words
nor promises of new dances.
I already know that at the end of the song,
all that remains is loneliness.
Don't talk to me about burning passion
and not from a heart that lies.
I've seen this movie, I already know the ending,
where love is just a gale.
Don't promise me the brightness of the stars
and don't fill me with beautiful...
#sadness
#regret
#rejection
#despair
#passion
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sorrow
write a poem of infamy
my story is nothing new
I love with my soul that's what I do
Twelve Years of Sorrow written out
inked with a well of tears
you were there to jeer and cheer
you don't want to hold on or let go of me either
the years have been good to you
time isn't on my side
cruelly, you hurt me with sadness
acutely aware of your movements
I let you down...sure, sure
you reintroduced drugs into my life you were a trigger
so you could play mean hearted games
now a conscience has appeared from...
my story is nothing new
I love with my soul that's what I do
Twelve Years of Sorrow written out
inked with a well of tears
you were there to jeer and cheer
you don't want to hold on or let go of me either
the years have been good to you
time isn't on my side
cruelly, you hurt me with sadness
acutely aware of your movements
I let you down...sure, sure
you reintroduced drugs into my life you were a trigger
so you could play mean hearted games
now a conscience has appeared from...
#love
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Trophy
If I look the other way you're unhappy
my pain is your pleasure, to you
not seeing your nature, I touch the heavens
isn't your game fun enough for you, while I'm sleeping?
going through life with a grateful song...I am happy
you awarded me second place in your heart
so I chose substances
because it was a cruel bed you made for me
my affections went ignored year in and out
cruelly you always let me know
when someone else was amusing
it wasn't enough to cheat
your game wasn't fun enough if I wasn't in deep ...
my pain is your pleasure, to you
not seeing your nature, I touch the heavens
isn't your game fun enough for you, while I'm sleeping?
going through life with a grateful song...I am happy
you awarded me second place in your heart
so I chose substances
because it was a cruel bed you made for me
my affections went ignored year in and out
cruelly you always let me know
when someone else was amusing
it wasn't enough to cheat
your game wasn't fun enough if I wasn't in deep ...
#sadness
#dark
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The Withered
Warped wallpaper
& sharp edges
Peeled back paint
& concrete stairs
There’s crying coming
From above
The smell of nicotine
In the air
Time worn wrinkles
Held me tightly
Tone deaf cords
& brushed out hair
Beauty could not
Be afforded
But adoration
Was not spared
Maybe my love
For the withered
Does not come
From lack of wealth
But because
It was the last time
I felt true love
In that old creaky house
& sharp edges
Peeled back paint
& concrete stairs
There’s crying coming
From above
The smell of nicotine
In the air
Time worn wrinkles
Held me tightly
Tone deaf cords
& brushed out hair
Beauty could not
Be afforded
But adoration
Was not spared
Maybe my love
For the withered
Does not come
From lack of wealth
But because
It was the last time
I felt true love
In that old creaky house
#love
#family
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Grief
ill becomings. ill-gotten to what end?
laughing your happy ass off
to know Joy you first must grieve
does it entertain stuffing your face on others' pain?
does it suffice you in your hollow places?
anyone will do hey, hey
seeking affections not due you
right number wrong caller
you're not the first to till the garden
planting hurt of mistrust in my thoughts
you won't be the last
with brazen lust
Hectate knows well,
inflated Ego knows me
I am Karma nice to greet you
...
laughing your happy ass off
to know Joy you first must grieve
does it entertain stuffing your face on others' pain?
does it suffice you in your hollow places?
anyone will do hey, hey
seeking affections not due you
right number wrong caller
you're not the first to till the garden
planting hurt of mistrust in my thoughts
you won't be the last
with brazen lust
Hectate knows well,
inflated Ego knows me
I am Karma nice to greet you
...
#love
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Yearning
I’m tossing
I’m turning
I won’t lie
I’m yearning
Yearning for your spirit
Yearning for your soul
Searching for a time
That I lost long ago
I’m turning
I won’t lie
I’m yearning
Yearning for your spirit
Yearning for your soul
Searching for a time
That I lost long ago
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
#MovingOn
#emotions
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Brother
magics cast, I witness the elements being maneuvered
while the seemly claim innocence
no witchcraft here
spelling on the airs
it's a binding tradition
say the spell
Our Father....
Catholic until King Henry wanted a new wife
then Christians struck fear in the weak-minded
talking too much, spin the verb and dissect
see if you can keep up
silence is the way
your favorite brother hardly
Your favorite sister I don't think so
set at odds from the start
with weapons thrust in our hands ...
while the seemly claim innocence
no witchcraft here
spelling on the airs
it's a binding tradition
say the spell
Our Father....
Catholic until King Henry wanted a new wife
then Christians struck fear in the weak-minded
talking too much, spin the verb and dissect
see if you can keep up
silence is the way
your favorite brother hardly
Your favorite sister I don't think so
set at odds from the start
with weapons thrust in our hands ...
#love
#angels
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lovers places
It hurts when
God gives you a voice
But it's not permitted
to be heard
By those who
matter in our lives
Some people will
never learn to listen
It seems they haven't
got it in them
That's got to be
the saddest thing
Because it never
hurts to listen
God gives you a voice
But it's not permitted
to be heard
By those who
matter in our lives
Some people will
never learn to listen
It seems they haven't
got it in them
That's got to be
the saddest thing
Because it never
hurts to listen
#love
#lover
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Listen
It hurts when
God gives you a voice
But it's not permitted
to be heard
By those who
matter in our lives
Some people will
never learn to listen
It seems they haven't
got it in them
That's got to be
the saddest thing
Because it never
hurts to listen
God gives you a voice
But it's not permitted
to be heard
By those who
matter in our lives
Some people will
never learn to listen
It seems they haven't
got it in them
That's got to be
the saddest thing
Because it never
hurts to listen
#frustration
#disappointment
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Contritos Corde
Half empty bottles
2 packs down
Driving til the sun goes up
Trying to find a purpose;
I used to care, I used to care.
November 27th
But I was slipping then.
2 packs down
Driving til the sun goes up
Trying to find a purpose;
I used to care, I used to care.
November 27th
But I was slipping then.
#despair
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Memories Of Love
You were my one true love
But you never knew it
Your boyish grin
Was more than cherished
Your long looks at me
Got me all stirred up
It was your voice
That made my heart go wild
It's funny how
I never have stopped
Thinking of you
How I was the only
Women you asked to dance
And did we ever dance
Strange how I've
Never stopped wanting you
Even though you are
Now unattainable
Too bad the drugs stole
Your handsome good looks
And God knows what else
I'll never stop loving...
But you never knew it
Your boyish grin
Was more than cherished
Your long looks at me
Got me all stirred up
It was your voice
That made my heart go wild
It's funny how
I never have stopped
Thinking of you
How I was the only
Women you asked to dance
And did we ever dance
Strange how I've
Never stopped wanting you
Even though you are
Now unattainable
Too bad the drugs stole
Your handsome good looks
And God knows what else
I'll never stop loving...
#heartbroken
#drugs
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4 Comments
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