Love HurtsI met a person
Who said to me
My love for you
Will last infinitelyHe came and took
My love from me
And now he wants
To set me free
He met another woman
Who was to be
His one and only
Till eternityI stayed up all night
Wondering and crying
Was it not that
I was trying
Hard enough to do
All of the things he wanted me toAs I try to forget
And hide my pain
It only reminds me
Of how I’ll hurt again
So as you can see
I’m not the same anymore
Because of a man
I truly adored-JD(Joaynn510)I’m sharing a poem titled Love Hurts from my “mini-series” of poems I promised in between normal posts that was written during my college years. And based on the expression of words that filled my thoughts, it looks like it was during a time I was broken and going through some type of pain or heartbreak.Surprisingly, I actually loved the professor’s critique on this one but wasn’t sure at the time what he meant by his question at the end given I wasn’t a poetry writer or so I thought. 🙂 He wrote: “I sense the honesty and passion here. Good end-rhyme. How about some images?” Me: Hmm… One day I’ll get that.Enjoy!
Daily Archives: October 22, 2014
My heart squeezes against my rib cage
as the memories flow in.
I find myself gasping for air,
trying to get the blood flowing back to my senses.
The rushing beat of “Two Steps from Hell”
thumping against my eardrums,
hover in search of a cove to lay upon.
Allowing the notes to reek with their lasting tunes
of bittersweet recollections.
of wondrous beauty,
of the kindred spirit that my eyes gobbled for themselves.
The stars remain a permanent reminder of the time
Ursula Major stood for the North Star.
It did not matter for the air and sea lay silently listening
to the timid heartbeats with no judgement to account for.
Now with notes on transformation splayed before me,
I know equanimity lies in here, forging another shape of tranquility.
A concealed case holds thy silent rebel for all time, with a difference.
as the embracing calmness brings promising laughter of current beings.
outlining boundaries of imagination.
Closing in on realization,
thoughts in clouds,
in visual skyscapes.
From the heart,
falling on deaf ears,
no one hears,
the creaking of the rudder,
under the strain
as the helmsman veers.
Towards the horizon,
but the world is flat,
the salt has lost it’s taste.
Sea monsters abound,
to the edge,
set a course,
lost at see.