Least Read Love Poems
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Poetry about lost love, heartbreak and relationship problems
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Apr 2020 7:29am
6th Apr 2020 7:29am
Physiognomy 5/30
i’m attracted to the tilt
of the cheek
how it bows
like the moon, quite adroit
quite common but, always
a surprise to find
full
then half
then crescent
& then this pock
fascination of an empty space
tiny, glowing and it
appears below the fat bottom
i’d like to cup more than
one
in that slit
like a twinkle
it’s swiss
so swiss to think of you this way
piel hollows & the lips
stretch as musculature ought
be scientific, all tension ...
of the cheek
how it bows
like the moon, quite adroit
quite common but, always
a surprise to find
full
then half
then crescent
& then this pock
fascination of an empty space
tiny, glowing and it
appears below the fat bottom
i’d like to cup more than
one
in that slit
like a twinkle
it’s swiss
so swiss to think of you this way
piel hollows & the lips
stretch as musculature ought
be scientific, all tension ...
#FallingInLove
#crush
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 2:16pm
3rd May 2019 2:16pm
FLOWERS FOR MY GRAVE — BROKEN ROSE
I did not know that indifference
breeds doubt, rain of tears fall
with every blindsight, pest
the proliferation of a heartbreak
Unspoken yet so loud
brick of pride, piling like invisible
walls, severing connection
hands holding, yet not touching
Shedding the scab of pain
skin deep sting gnawing at the flesh
bleeding without the red
this hurt won't go away
Longing for the kiss of the sun
while drowning in the shadows
of a forbidden love, bitter flavored
happiness, a broken rose, unthorned
...
breeds doubt, rain of tears fall
with every blindsight, pest
the proliferation of a heartbreak
Unspoken yet so loud
brick of pride, piling like invisible
walls, severing connection
hands holding, yet not touching
Shedding the scab of pain
skin deep sting gnawing at the flesh
bleeding without the red
this hurt won't go away
Longing for the kiss of the sun
while drowning in the shadows
of a forbidden love, bitter flavored
happiness, a broken rose, unthorned
...
#LifeStruggles
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 5:52am
8th Feb 2019 5:52am
the ol' factory
you smell like maple syrup
is an accusation
these vermont people
better keep it to themselves
sticking to the fingertips
all day like you were
all these always days days
reminding that sap
was impossible that love
meant compromise
a primrose could hardly scoot
over for the honeysuckle during
the tour in Grasse, France a boy
& a girl squished their noses & morphed
into vases that carry the future
as long as they can before tomorrow
& momentarily...
is an accusation
these vermont people
better keep it to themselves
sticking to the fingertips
all day like you were
all these always days days
reminding that sap
was impossible that love
meant compromise
a primrose could hardly scoot
over for the honeysuckle during
the tour in Grasse, France a boy
& a girl squished their noses & morphed
into vases that carry the future
as long as they can before tomorrow
& momentarily...
#relationships
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OxyMoronicMe
G.L.
G.L.
Poem Published
3rd May 2019 3:44pm
3rd May 2019 3:44pm
HARANA
(Serenade)
Oh so sweet!
Courtship at its best
When heart's desire
Is expressed in musical
Singing your love out
As I, listened
Anticipating
Expecting
That it means more
Than meets the eye
Hoping...
That you and me
Will soon become us.
Tone-deaf or not!
Oh so sweet!
Courtship at its best
When heart's desire
Is expressed in musical
Singing your love out
As I, listened
Anticipating
Expecting
That it means more
Than meets the eye
Hoping...
That you and me
Will soon become us.
Tone-deaf or not!
#tradition
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
4th Jan 2019 00:49am
4th Jan 2019 00:49am
3. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
Their clothes jerk
from swimming on past their single legs.
One in short-shorts, an Aussie
with floating lips and an eyeteeth lick.
Other wears the slinky number
of a black needle which also translates
into his palm, a reading she swears by.
She stops him to look at her blue frame,
his feet sinking as he plants himself,
fresh mound marks the first g'day. Look,
a cursory ascending of dripping hands
for him, fuchsia words dipping the upswing.
Faces are dependent on and under a neon sign.
Desert. Strangers warmer at...
from swimming on past their single legs.
One in short-shorts, an Aussie
with floating lips and an eyeteeth lick.
Other wears the slinky number
of a black needle which also translates
into his palm, a reading she swears by.
She stops him to look at her blue frame,
his feet sinking as he plants himself,
fresh mound marks the first g'day. Look,
a cursory ascending of dripping hands
for him, fuchsia words dipping the upswing.
Faces are dependent on and under a neon sign.
Desert. Strangers warmer at...
#unicorns
#crush
#temptation
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
20th Jan 2019 6:19pm
20th Jan 2019 6:19pm
the im-properties of glass
liquid of fire
badly made
wavy eyes
bubbled trees
the weepy willow
made it worse
we make it so clear
modern
times these
you could walk
right through
glass
but
these lips
these hands
indicate otherwise
wisely kept-
out
these
heart-breakers
kiss
simply
and touch
a question
everywhere
there are pains
with pressed ohs
and side-
eyed vees
high fives
the police can’t
identify
printed handfuls ...
badly made
wavy eyes
bubbled trees
the weepy willow
made it worse
we make it so clear
modern
times these
you could walk
right through
glass
but
these lips
these hands
indicate otherwise
wisely kept-
out
these
heart-breakers
kiss
simply
and touch
a question
everywhere
there are pains
with pressed ohs
and side-
eyed vees
high fives
the police can’t
identify
printed handfuls ...
#relationships
#conflict
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
21st Jan 2018 3:17am
21st Jan 2018 3:17am
LOST IN THE DARK
Waves of thoughts and clouds of confusion settle in my mind
Tossing and turning recollections float to surface as I unwind
The fog your actions brought to my world dimmed my shining light
Wondering what caused you to exchange your promises for lies.
We got along; we were passionate lovers; we were friends
I was sure I found my Prince and our love would have no end!
We could not WAIT to see each other
And be with one another.
We shared the same bed and burned in passionate flame
Everything was going SO well....our love was not a game!...
Tossing and turning recollections float to surface as I unwind
The fog your actions brought to my world dimmed my shining light
Wondering what caused you to exchange your promises for lies.
We got along; we were passionate lovers; we were friends
I was sure I found my Prince and our love would have no end!
We could not WAIT to see each other
And be with one another.
We shared the same bed and burned in passionate flame
Everything was going SO well....our love was not a game!...
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
16th May 2017 8:31pm
16th May 2017 8:31pm
Realities & Fairy Tales
All fairy tales come to an end
No matter how the story flips or bends
I would not trade my reality with you
For a fairy tale long past due
In vain are the struggles to keep a fairy tale alive
Because it never will survive
The test or trial or even time
Fairy tales are much like a rhyme
Beautiful but very well short-lived
And I found in you a soul to give
My whole eternity as a whole
Not just a passtime in my awful low
If reality forbids me from kissing your lips
Or stroking your hair with my fingertips
If all I could...
No matter how the story flips or bends
I would not trade my reality with you
For a fairy tale long past due
In vain are the struggles to keep a fairy tale alive
Because it never will survive
The test or trial or even time
Fairy tales are much like a rhyme
Beautiful but very well short-lived
And I found in you a soul to give
My whole eternity as a whole
Not just a passtime in my awful low
If reality forbids me from kissing your lips
Or stroking your hair with my fingertips
If all I could...
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
31st Dec 2017 11:27am
31st Dec 2017 11:27am
Kissed By The Morning Dawn
The tears, the heartaches, the pain you caused
As I sat in dark corners counting my loss.
Too many years trapped in your trap
Unable to release myself from your clutched grasp.
Bound by the idea you’d love me some day
A bit over four years of my life were washed away
Barely breathing the same mighty thin air
Barely living...hoping you’d care.
Stopped my life just to wait for you
To come to terms...oh, what a fool!
Believing your empty promises and running to phones
That never rang...and your remorse as hard as stone. ...
As I sat in dark corners counting my loss.
Too many years trapped in your trap
Unable to release myself from your clutched grasp.
Bound by the idea you’d love me some day
A bit over four years of my life were washed away
Barely breathing the same mighty thin air
Barely living...hoping you’d care.
Stopped my life just to wait for you
To come to terms...oh, what a fool!
Believing your empty promises and running to phones
That never rang...and your remorse as hard as stone. ...
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
#TimeHeals
#MovingOn
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
10th Feb 2018 11:54am
10th Feb 2018 11:54am
First Crush: What Could Have Been
Lingering mysteries dangle over my head
In hues of colors, bright blues, yellows, and reds.
Painted portraits of what could have been cloud my mind
As the dancing silhouettes follow directly behind.
Both our faces flushed when our eyes would meet
Neither of us could utter a word when it was time to greet
Looking down and away, we both were shy
We’d scurry away before uttering our first “Hi!”
From a near and far distance, my mother saw the full picture
Of how our chemistry blended well as the perfect mixture.
She thought...
In hues of colors, bright blues, yellows, and reds.
Painted portraits of what could have been cloud my mind
As the dancing silhouettes follow directly behind.
Both our faces flushed when our eyes would meet
Neither of us could utter a word when it was time to greet
Looking down and away, we both were shy
We’d scurry away before uttering our first “Hi!”
From a near and far distance, my mother saw the full picture
Of how our chemistry blended well as the perfect mixture.
She thought...
#love
#heartbroken
#breakup
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 8:11pm
26th Dec 2018 8:11pm
witness
just as I know the finch
by its scalloped flight
I know the tiny figure
at the top of the butte
while I shrink
at the bottom further
evidence comes to light
besides me the giant shadow lies
detached and records
the sun’s carom is imminent
the ledger is deleted by this dark
overhanging profile behind you
by its scalloped flight
I know the tiny figure
at the top of the butte
while I shrink
at the bottom further
evidence comes to light
besides me the giant shadow lies
detached and records
the sun’s carom is imminent
the ledger is deleted by this dark
overhanging profile behind you
#relationships
#conflict
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
30th Dec 2018 9:01pm
30th Dec 2018 9:01pm
photosynthesis: converting light to be later released
It is crystal, stems
do break up. They do to diverge in what
paths light sustenance either solar or lunar.
It would do to say in ritual eros
every lover follows some noble arc; or
i suggest that you exalt it.
Two heads are being born and share napes,
proprioception or best way of seeing,
is feeling around in the bud
pre-emergence.
But later the restless hands,
after applause after hunger,
longing to move, they rub
together the present
at the very infinite crack of parting.
...
do break up. They do to diverge in what
paths light sustenance either solar or lunar.
It would do to say in ritual eros
every lover follows some noble arc; or
i suggest that you exalt it.
Two heads are being born and share napes,
proprioception or best way of seeing,
is feeling around in the bud
pre-emergence.
But later the restless hands,
after applause after hunger,
longing to move, they rub
together the present
at the very infinite crack of parting.
...
#conflict
#flowers
#nature #confessional
#nature #confessional
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DU Poetry : Least Read Love Poems and Poetry about Heartbreak, Lost Love and Relationship Problems
