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Poems About Love and Pain


She would sit, lost inside her thoughts. 
She saw everyone; they were someone she was not. 
She didn't do it just because. 
She cared about everyone, but she wasn't content with who she was.

She was down quite a lot,
Everything took such a toll on her that she always had second thoughts.
She spent her life giving, never wanting anything in return. 
But when someone gave to her, it always made her stomach turn.

She was afraid to take from others, even if it was a nice gesture. 
She always doubted it, thinking it could be given to someone better. 
She feared rejection, always wanting to be accepted. 
But she hoped to never push it too far, because then she would feel neglected.

She apologized for everything, hoping to make everything right. 
She tried to let nothing go wrong, even if it wasn't her fight. 
Her heart was too big for her head to handle,
That sometimes she fell, like a rider off a horse’s saddle.

She always felt she gave more than she got. 
But that was okay, because she loved everyone; no matter what...!!!





Love doesn't go out like a light
or with a bang
it passes away
as slow as honey drips 
onto your morning toast

love clings to your being
just as wet clothes to skin
but clothes dry
and so will your tears

it comes back in waves
like a flash of scorching heat
that you can’t control
or be rid of 

you try to suffocate it
as you would most fires
but you’ll find
the flame won’t go out
not completely 
not merely because you wish it so

the nights become simpler
and the waves of unbearable heat
grow to be short flashes of subtle warmth
and soon love will be
just a distant pang in the right back corner
of your still-beating heart

one grey day
you will visit the grave 
of your affection
and wish for it to be revived
and feel a flutter in 
the pit of your stomach
that proves 
it truly hasn't died

it never truly will...!!!







Falling in love, how perfectly that describes the feeling.
A slow dive into a sea of not knowing what’s at the bottom, but hoping you can regain yourself at the top if anything is lost.
A voice on the phone becomes a melodic remembrance- it’s repayable in your mind. 
A smile grows

from being just a facial expression but to an antidote for not only their sickness but as well as your own.
A song, reminding you of little things about that person you took a liking to somehow can’t be pushed into the the back of your mind.
But who’re you kidding? You don’t want them in the back of your mind.
You want them to fetch you in their net as you plummet deeper and deeper.

Their "all you've learned about" past- present- you can’t stop playing house in your dreams.
Now all those little quirks turn into gems and you find yourself collecting them at sea.
Your heart strings feel like they've been weighted down by rocks; some of which you didn't even know existed inside of yourself 
Now you can’t bear to keep all of the treasures you've found on the way to the bottom to yourself.
You no longer fear what’s at the top because you've already gained so much- you become weightless and float up

You’re here...!!!





Poems About Roses.

There is a lot of poetry
About roses and thorns,
and the way a single bead of blood
wells up on your fingertip.

I am surprised by how good it can be.

Sometimes poetry written by young lovers,
trying desperately to fuck each other,
is as raw and clumsy and predictable
and honest
as the fucking itself.

I do not think you would like to be called a rose.

Let me just say,
when we kiss-
and allow ourselves to be the sort of people
who write poems about roses and thorns- 
the stubble rash is as painful and honest

as the prick of a rose’s thorn...!!!





Love

Its everyone dream that's worth the goal
its something so low in price and yet so valuable with sentimentality, 
its appearance is only visual to those who accept its true deeds
its the rock of oath that can be remorsefully split with the slightest thought of opposing commitments ,
it can save the trough of loneliness 
it resembles a heaven like rose Garth
its lustful, dangerous integrates
oh how i despise the idea of its luring desires,
if its to be as a weapon it could of most hysterically catastrophic 
its....the culprit....its.....

Love...!!!





Love in a million thoughts or so.

How many of the million thoughts per day are about love?
What does that statement even mean?
Like, do I love how my chucks represent me?
I love Justin Beiber. So. Freakin. Much.

Love is such a drag.
Love is such a rush.

It won’t survive among those who are mundane.
To crush is the pursuit from love’s pang.
Follow what’s safe, what you know. No need in getting caught up on love’s bullshit.
Speed through love’s highway.

Love can be a highway to hell.
Love is the highway to heaven.

"Move love across the seas." Life’s love.
Keep your heart protected for love can be deceiving.
I love my mommy, she so cray cray!
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." Love people.

Faith is love.
Love is everything.

"I’m the baby, gotta love me!" Family’s Love.
Love is nothing.
Treating love as if it’s expendable endangers everyone.
"Love and domination are antithetical." Trust’s Love.
Love you.
Love your worth.

"What up Blood? What up Cuz? It’s all Black. I love us." Community’s Love. 
My heart hurts seeing young folks not show love.
Show love to folks who look just like you because not many of them are around.
"Love is like oxygen. You get too much, you get too high. Not enough and you’re gonna die." Health’s Love.
You need love to survive.
Love kills.
So how many thoughts do I have left today...???




In flames
I whimper, earnestly,
I think I shouldn't be so excited
about dying all over again in your stretched out hands that you use to help me up.

But your fingertips, they’re too heavy
And once you touch my neck,
I break
Into gazillions of little lights and sparks
And I want you to watch me die,
but I also want to live.

And if it’s not by your side, is living really worth it?
If your palm never crushes my bones,
and I can’t feel your wrinkly hands on my shoulder,
will it ever be enough to live?

And I’m living and letting myself die,
at the same time,
as you step closer and away at the same time too.

It’s strange, because we’re in a compass,
but I never screamed loud enough
because you don’t hear the frequency at which I mutter my sorrows.

and yet I want to die, and want you to look into the glass of my eyes and my bones
but you don’t seem to get hurt when you touch me
It’s like I have curvy thorns growing on me, but you are steady, and you won’t fail
so you reach down again, to the curve of my neck
and you crush my
thorns
and bones
and love
and everything,
with your oblivious hands that don’t look at me
don’t you dare lay a fingertip on me anymore.

But yes, do it again,
one more time,
because it hurts,
but I don’t mind, dear,

I never have...!!!


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A Blind Date With a Blind Man A Love Story


A Blind Date With a Blind Man A Love Story.

Try and find a boyfriend my ass.

I yawned, tears obstructing my eyes. I can’t believe I actually signed up for this.
As I exhaled from the yawn, I sighed. I wished I wasn't so obedient. That way, I would be able to turn down my sister's "suggestions" that she rudely shoved into my face. Literally. Having a flyer slapped onto your face was not enjoyable (though the flyer did smell nice… like roses).
I unconsciously clenched the flyer in my hand a bit harder as I jumped over the roofs of the building, searching for the building that I really do not want to spot.
Damn you, Ino. I hope you come back from the mission alive and extremely happy so that I can bring you to the Yamanaka Shop, and destroy all your precious flowers in front of you, except for one rose. Then, I’ll let loose wild pigs that’ll chase you around the whole entire village, making you pay for all the damage they've done, and probably, hopefully injure you, then I’ll save you, and then you’ll be grateful, just to then be given a rose that I've poisoned, and then the pricks will stab your fingers and crap and then your hands will fall off, and then the smell of the poisoned rose will make your whole friggen "beautiful face" swell up and make you look like an ugly clown.
After spotting an alleyway that looked like the right one (hoping it wasn't), I dropped down from a roof of a chocolate store and walked towards it.
Right when I entered, I noticed a few trampled roses on the ground. Yup. This is the place.
As I ventured deeper into the alley, I was met by more flowers, but this time, in baskets, lining up the walls. There were also some red ribbons randomly taped on the walls. They stood out with its vibrant colors in the dark, murky alley.
I kept walking.

A few minutes later, I took a turn and was met by the most ridiculous scene.
The whole alley was assaulted with red, pink, white, and purple colors. Pink and red hearts and sprinkles were thrown everywhere, white and purple confetti littered the old red carpet covering the floor, and ripped pink envelopes with badly drawn wings were taped onto the walls. Red, pink, white, and purple ribbon hung everywhere, blocking the pathway down to the building door.
And what towered this scene was the worn down building, decorated with the same silliness, and with a heart shaped banner that says: "Blind Date Desired! Come find your destined Soul Mate!"
I ventured my way down the alley, using my arms to mercilessly tear down any ribbons that were in my way.
As I approached the small, worn down, homely building at the end of the alley, I recognized a blur of sand blonde hair near the door, at the wall, that stood out in the midst of all the black and brown hair belonging to the small, fat line of people at the entrance of the building. I immediately headed to the blonde.
I crept up behind the blonde, making sure not to be in the blonde’s peripheral vision.
I fluidly brought my lips beside the blonde’s ear and said a quiet "boo."
She felt the blonde's body jolt, and then the blonde’s head turned slightly to glare at her.
I removed my head from beside her ear and smirked. "Temari. Scared you didn't I?"
She scoffed. "As if."

"Thanks for saving me a spot by the way." I squeezed into the line beside Temari.
Temari raised an eyebrow at that obvious lie but didn't say anything about it. “No problem, I guess."
Hearing that, the people around me stopped glaring at me and resumed their business.
Usually our conversations, if we ever had any, would start, continue, and end like that: brief and curt. Never awkward, though. Just formal silence. But not this time. Let’s see if I can squeeze out some interesting gossip out of her.
"So, long time no see, huh? Can’t believe that the first time I’m seeing you for the first time in years, I see you in this dingy place."
I look around, and was surprised to see mostly men. Some trying to push their way in, others just waiting patiently. There were some middle aged women dotted here and there, patiently waiting for entrance. I catch a glimpse of familiar spiky white hair, and a familiar person clad in green.
What’re you doing here? In Konoha." I asked nonchalantly.
Temari took a tired, deep breath and explained: “You know the Chunin Exams?"
I nodded.

"Well, because of the Akatsuki situation that occurred-"
"The Kazekage's capture." I stated, making sure not to say Jinjuriki.
"Mhm. Because of that, the Chunin Exams were delayed."
"But now it’s back on, right? When is it?"
"In a few days. Shikamaru and I have been preparing for the past week already."
I noticed Temari's left hand that was holding her hip, clench. Although she sounded calm and indifferent, I knew something was amiss. Five years working in Konoha's only floral shop, where I dealt with people in different emotional situations, were bound to make me notice these small things.
I concluded that it was probably some kind of relationship problem with Shikamaru. It might even have something to do with the reason she's lining up for this stupid thing.
So, pretending as if I didn't just make that conclusion, I let out a short, confused, disbelieved laugh. "So why are you lining up for this stupid thing? Shouldn't you still be working and preparing?"
Temari glanced away briefly and chewed on the inside of her cheek. I understood why she felt so uncomfortable. It’s not like we were friends. I met her, along with Ki- Ka- Kakuru? Kankuru? Kankuro! I met her, along with Kankuro and Gaara, once eight years ago. I remember talking to Temari mostly. We talked a lot about Gaara, but I don’t remember if I was the one that asked her often about him, or if she just liked to talk a lot about him.
But now, we're 19, and different. Now, we’re merely acquaintances, friends of friends. Particularly when I left and abandoned Temari all those years ago.
I ignored her discomfort and continued to stare at her, waiting for an answer. I vaguely wondered why Temari even has the hots for a guy who's two years younger than her.
Temari stared back, resuming her tough demeanor. “Well, today's a day off, since nobody wants to work today. ‘Specially since the guys heard that this thing's open, so they want to try this out. Most of them are really desperate, since they couldn't find any girls that they like, let alone likes them."
"So they forced you to come?"

Temari gave a short laugh and shook her head. “No, they didn't."
"So answer my first question: Why are you lining up for this thing? You know it’s stupid."
Temari shrugged. “I have my reasons."
I raised an eyebrow. “Which are?"

"Reasons that are none of you business, so please keep your nosy self out of it."
I stayed silent, not wanting to provoke an unnecessary quarrel. The line slowly progressed, and we were now entering the building.
The inside of the building was very boring, way toned down from the scene outside. In the lobby, there were a few worn down couches randomly put here and there, and tables in between. There was an opening at the opposite wall from the entrance that opened up to the main room. In the main room, there was no furniture, safe for a table and two chairs situated at the very corner.
A couple of minutes passed by, and the tension and the atmosphere of conversation between us slowly dissipated as we returned to our own business. That was, until I interrupted, revving us back into the conversation.
"Ino, if you remember her, was the one who forced me to come here. She felt sorry for me, since I never experienced anything remotely romantic before. I never even had friends. She thought that I’m lonely, and should go out more often…."
I trailed off, pretending to be distressed. Temari gave me a worried, yet wary look before asking “And…? Is it true?"
I nodded. “After I left Suna, I didn't really feel comfortable anywhere. So I… I sort of kept to myself, convincing myself that I don’t need a boyfriend or friends. It worked, up until now."
"Why?"

"Well, I found myself sort of jealous of everyone else and their relationships. I mean, Tenten and Neji are together and they look so happy, so compatible. And there’s Asuma and Kurenai. They’re, I hate to admit it, adorable to look at. And don’t get me started on Naruto and Hinata. They were meant to be together. They’re the perfect, ideal pair that you can’t help but be jealous of." I added a glazed look, hoping it would make my act believable.
Temari's eyes softened and she frowned. Got her. I smiled inwardly.
We shuffled our feet a bit more, covering the gaps in the line that appeared in front of us, until we were close to the table. I turned my attention to a man with ruffled blond hair and tattoos on his arms that was at the table. He, along with another guy beside him, was signing some forms and answering some questions that were asked by the couple behind the table. It actually didn't take long. At the end, the blond man received a pink envelope with a paper in which he must open in a few days to find out the details of his blind date. I watched as he bowed at the couple, thanking them, and turned around-
"Shikamaru wants me to date other people."
I blinked, forgetting that- wait, who was beside me again? I turned my head to look to my side. Right- Temari, was beside her.
"He said that before we date, we should get some ‘romance experience’. Says it’ll help with the long distance thing. Which is really funny, ‘cause he was the one that confessed to me in the first place."
"So that’s why Shikamaru's suddenly into Ino." I muttered.
"Wait, what’d you say?" Temari demanded.

"Did you know that Shikamaru’s going after Ino?" I bluntly asked.
Temari's face became stone-like, hard. “No. I didn’t know that. But I don’t mind, because I… agree with Shikamaru’s idea. Even though I hate being told what to do by someone younger than me." Temari muttered the last part, though, needless to say, I heard.
I turned away from Temari, having nothing else to say to her anymore, and nothing of interest that I want to find out from her anymore. I then noticed that the person in front of me bowing to the table and leaving. The couple bowed their head and looked at me and Temari. They smiled at us.
Are you ready for the ‘Blind Date Desired...???


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Best Romantic Love Poems For Her


You

Who are you?

You, with the slender fingers
And wood colored eyes
With the soft brown hair
Strong arms and long legs

Who are you?

You, with the laugh that rings
And the sweet, deep voice
With the pep in your step
Light heart and open mind

Who are you?

You are the light
That keeps children safe in the dark
You are the ray of sun
Peeking through the clouds on a rainy day
The heavy metal armor

That saves the knight from the sword
You are the epic hero
Who trudges through his journey
You are the thing I know of most
And the thing I know about the least
I ask again, who are you?
You are mine...!!!





My love for you

cannot be described
by romanticized things
like ocean shores 
or flowers,
or pale blue,
mornings skies,
or distant stars.
because oceans kill 
and flowers wilt
blue skies fade
and starlight dies.
So the only way
that i can say
i love you 
because i do
is trapped within
dark
emotionless

hidden eyes
because eyes cannot drown 
or wilt, or die
or fade from light to dim
or take away all wariness
the love that lies within...!!!





If I had one wish.

If one desire could come true.
If I had one wish.
My wish would be you.
If I could choose.

I would stay in your arms forever.
Our hearts would fuse.
And our love would become an endeavor.
I would wish for you to stay with me.
For you to be my love.

You would be my hearts key.
Forever my angel, my dove.
Forever is a long time.
To require in a single command.

I will write our love in a rhyme.
For it would be my demand.
I would ask of this.
Only with your permission.

Lost in a kiss.
Our love is my ambition.
So I wished upon the star.
The star that reminded me most of you.

My actions seemed bizarre.
But this wish I had to pursue.
If I had one wish.
My wish would be you.
And since I made that wish.
My wish has come true...!!!!





Darling, Darling.

Darling, she’s lying
Can’t you see it?
Pretty clear under that lipstick
But oh, wait, it’s the laugh
It’s the sigh she gives 
It’s a special one after each drink
That blush on her cheeks 
It real not fake 
It’s shame she guilt's 
Hidden in too dark

Darling, when will you stop ?
How will it end?
Don’t break his heart
Remember what you've done last time
I guess that lace dress wasn't enough 
Stop singing, dear
Your charming too much
It’s not live your bringing..
It’s lust

Darling, look around you 
How many others do you see?
None? As I expected.
Leave her, she’s not worth it
She’s just a game and your losing 
Go back home 
There’s nothing over here 
Your not going to rescue your life
Go to your wife, she’s been crying 
Go embrace her
She needs you
There’s nothing here to gain

Darling, haven’t you had enough already?
Let him go
You know he will
All of them do
So why are you wasting 
Go save your soul, while you still have one
Your polish wont work here anymore 
So just let it go...!!!





I Loved You
I have loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain
but do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue tied, yet, I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you- so sincerely;
I pray God grant another love you so....!!!





Midnight Escapade

Come along with me at midnight
to the place only we know
Go ahead, take my hand
and away, we go

As the cold breeze sweeps along,
we run away into the night
While your eyes shine like diamond 
under the pale moonlight

Deep in the shadows,
we disappear
The noise of the city,
we no longer hear

Take a step closer
and feel the beat of my heart
Let me hold you near
Nothing can tear us apart

Under your spell,
I cannot resist
the magic of your touch
and the taste of your lips

The clock stops
in a moment like this 
You freeze the time
with the sweetest kiss

I can stay like this forever
with you by my side
No more lies to tell
No more secrets to hide...!!!





The brown eye

Between the afternoon and evening, warm and silent
Dam of banned and wild look,
As the shadows I search in the mirror
As darkness and light between the threads of the hours;
Slave in her look fierce and quiet discover it
Distant from the nearby night days
Like its reflection glass
I am a whisper of its aroma,
And the echo of his eyes.

His indiscreet silent his eyes me notes
His smile responds to my eyes to quiet him perceive;
And this far has been! Further than anyone else
Thinking of immaculate shadows in the dark
Your man, man and child;
You ins thousand things in the nostalgia of the memory
I speak in my silence and I shut you up with your silence
And you hear me far away like the wind
And I answer anxious until the last cry of my eyes.

My words carry them marked in your skin
And you think up owner of my thoughts,
We echo of night and our stealthy owns it
As long as we see burn the Moon kissing us eyes;
If! the eyes which are the silent language
Anyone you seem to define when your eyes
And I want to do with you what the stars in the universe
And I want to wander into your body like the Sun in the days

The Sun flowing through your body and makes you present
I steal sighs and I surrender your smiles,
To dump you on my lips on the evening of the day
And your silence haunts persecuted my loneliness and nostalgia,
Your eyes are the mysterious voice
Silent my consciousness,
As shadow speak to me and me naked
And in the twilight of the evening I blankets in your arms
And I become fire and the flame of your soul am
Your of worried eyes, silent rattlesnake
Which arrow of gold beyond my horizon
As the waves of the sea I wet your body
And I come back madly yours if yours!
Between the savannas of the moon.

And today you are my thirst, my anxiety and my refuge,
I am your slave and prisoner of your body
And I socavas with the dew of your kisses
And I’m all yours
If yours! So yours! More than anyone
To deliver you completely to you
When your whatever you want and when your want
And give me conquered man,
That is mine! Between the afternoon and evening,
To pay me to him, to him!
The man who dominates me
To him!
The Brown eyes...!!!






poem guissee...

The crack of dawn is peaking at me,
through the chilled window.
I know that time is ticking,
but I don’t want to go.

I can feel your arm around me,
your warmth is spreading through the sheets.
With my back against your torso,
like a perfect puzzle piece.

You’re sleeping right behind me,
your breath is in my ear,
I get a million butterflies 
every time you’re near.

The silence has settled in,
but not the awkward type.
You and me intertwined like this,
is such a perfect sight.

I turn around to face you,
hoping that it might seem,
that my face is the first you see,
when you awaken from your dream.

Your name rolls off my tongue,
and as you wake, i’m filled with joy.
Don’t know how I became so lucky,
to find my perfect boy.

Your eyes lock onto mine, 
and my skin ignites with chills, 
the love swimming in them,
is such an enormous thrill.

You smile, and pull me closer,
and I can’t help but blush. 
Just the brush of fingertips,
and I melt within your touch.

I don’t wanna move,
If I could I’d stay here all my life, 
hoping that one day being your girlfriend,
might turn into being your wife

So before we go back to sleep,
let me say this one thing, cause I need to.
I need to tell you before you dream,
that i completely and irrevocably love you...!!!


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Poem About Life Journey a Life Story Poem


Life Story Poem

Life, they told her, was a game
one only won by the wise,
and so she thought it was a shame,
that no one made it out alive.

Young she was and thus, believed,
a difference someday she would make,
every chance, she knew she’d seize,
and never would she make mistakes.

She thought she could win
in fact, she was sure,
because she was just a kid
whose only weapon was hope.

Years later, she realized
how naive she really was, 
herself, she criticized,
and hence, the game she lost.



By every soul, then she was mocked,
but little did they know
it wasn't just the game she lost;
she also lost hope.


Life, they told her was a journey
one with an abrupt end,
Young she was and also lonely,
so she soon, made a friend.

She wrote to find her lost hope,
she wrote her soul on paper,
her friend to no one, she would show,
her secret words made her feel braver.

Her hope was never seen again,
this weapon of hers was gone for good,
But her words were her new weapon,
and she loved them more than she should.

Years later, she realized 
her friend asked too much of her,
herself, she criticized
and then, she stopped writing words.

By her words, she was taught
nothing stays till the end
it wasn't just hope she lost;
she also lost a friend.


Life, they told her was a test
one that can not be prepared for
but this time, she ignored them lest
she faced more losses that can’t be restored.

She had no hope, nor a friend
but she didn't seem bothered.
Herself, this time, she wouldn't contend,
at first, it sounded absurd.

She wondered what all this time,
she had been doing wrong,
She tried to read between the lines
of where they said she belonged.

Years later, she realized,
it wasn't her life she was living
herself, she criticized
for not knowing where she had been.

In a lie, herself she caught,
and now believed life was a test
it wasn't just a friend she lost;
she also lost herself...!!!


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A Poem on Love Every Time I See you I Want you More and More



Every time I see you,
I want you more and more.
Every time you say, "Hi" to me,
my heart begins to soar.
Every time you touch me,
I pinch myself to see if I'm awake.

Every time you look into my eyes,
it's my heart you begin to take.
Every time I see you smile,
I wish that it was at me.

Every time I hear your voice
I regret that 'we' just could not be...!!! 



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True Love Poem The Beginning of Love Always Takes Your Breathe Away



The beginning of love always takes your breathe away.
There is nothing like it,
The feeling of romantic, crazy love.

Of peace, and serenity.
To have and to hold someone beside you.
You'll never want to let that feeling go.

Time after time, you'll find the one you love.
And you will never put anybody else above them.
Their the only one your thinking about...
The one you would never turn out,
until they break your heart
time and time again.

The touch of affection.
The meaning of relation.


Who do you have to be, to feel true reality.
Are we all trapped in someone else's fantasy.
Is it the feeling of motivation.
Or is it intimidation.

What is love?
Is it when two people think the world of one another.
Putting each other on a pedestal so high,
that only love can reach them.

I've been through the fire many times,
And I made it through every flood.

I've been in love so many times.
Sadden when I've fallen out of love.
Happy when love returns again,
But nothing touches my heart like falling in love.

So why does it hurts so bad,
If it is suppose to be true love...???



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A Sad Love Poem Exactly Is a Broken Heart



What...
exactly is a broken heart?
forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you
have dialed the first three digits to his phone number.
A broken heart is the cold, chattering
feeling you receive when you hear her name.
A broken heart is when you're crying yourself to
sleep every night and yet crying more and more
each morning.
A broken heart is glancing at the
pictures of the two of you, and then quickly
turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears.
A broken heart is screaming and
begging for a second chance inside, but not being able to say it out loud.

emptiness and heart wrenching feeling you
encounter when you see her with other boy.
A broken heart is knowing that no matter what you
do or say to yourself, you cant fool your heart
into believing that you will in fact be "okay."
A broken heart is listening to that one song that makes you break down, on repeat.
is when you go from smiling uncontrollably every
time you saw her to quiet tears every time
someone mentions his name.
A broken heart is when you try to avoid her but end up going out of your way just to get a glimpse of her.
A broken heart
is when you know you've been hurt, but have no idea how to fix it.
A broken heart is when you
finally realize that she's everything you need...
and at the same time realize she's the one thing
you can never have...!!!



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Sad Love Poem It Comes From Deep Inside


I get a funny feeling,
it comes from deep inside.
I get all mad and angry,
wanting to go and hide.

My doctor calls it depression,
my dad says it's just me.
But the thoughts and feelings,
no one will ever be able to see.

Some say I'm psycho,
some say I'm just weird.
It's like I'm a different person,
and the old me just disappeared.


I get really edgy,
I want to commit suicide real bad.
Then I get a headache,
followed by feeling sad.

I wish I could get help,
I wish it would go away.
Maybe if I keep praying real hard,
it will some day.



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Best Poems About Life All Time

Best Poems Collection  About Life..



The Tree of Life

Coiled spring, analogous
tension & pressure,
prehistoric neighborhood,
cauldron of nuclear power:

we were drinking gin &
tonics from the planet’s jaw
when the news came. Roses
are red, violets are blue jeans;

cupcakes are cop-food, death
is a dinosaur (extinct, et cetera)
whispering the future is an
old friend shouting “don’t

be afraid.” Dear degeneracy,
dearer street map of Texas,
dearest thrust-to-rocket ratio

from which God puts cock to
abyss: Modernity, my fucker,
is the natural language
of structure; our goodwill
gets complicated when

we break Hell in unsimple
shapes. Fourth of July,
fifth of July, sixth of stellar
lighthouses surrounding

space, seventh: one is
always coming upon some
American city whispering I am
some American city & I am

the desire to be within it
when the sun fries. We dance
under the asterisks, dip our
toes in the ink. The odds the
stars will write our sentence

remain incredibly low...!!!





Play in the Dark The Poem

Even the cold hearted do not like to be cold
Their life quivers
Close to shatter
Those who stay in the dark are easy played,

Even the warmest people do not like to be hot
Their life overwhelming
Close to explosion
Those who stay out to play get left in the dark,

Even the dark hearted do not like the dark
Their life in fear
Close to nightmare
Those who become the dark rather not play at all,

Everyone deals with darkness and parts they do not like
Their life sold in secret
Closed off to others

It is pointless to play where you cannot see...!!!




Love Overdosing The Poem.

some in love with that material but
love enters my life like a miracle and
it’s reciprocal and ubiquitous 
love exhibiting our natural behaviors
like making it under the moon in jamaica,


giving voice to my soul
it’s my heart you’re living in
it’s your ocean I’m swimming in
love’s potion overdosing
is approaching...!!!

This is not your typical love letter.
I am in love.
Not with the guy next door
or the charming jock

Or even the bad boy...!!!




No, I am in love with the people on the streets.

I am in love with their smiles.
I am in love with their surprise when their casual How are you? doesn’t turn out to be rhetorical.
I am in love with their intense honesty when I ask them the same question in return.
I am in love with the hope that swells in their hearts when I lock eyes with them and they realize they might not be invisible after all.
I am in love with the artist and musician and scholar in each one of them.
I am in love with their humanity

And nothing breaks my heart more than seeing their downcast gazes fixed on the hard, unfeeling ground
As if they don’t believe themselves worthy to be seen

I wish I could just place them in front of mirror
So they could understand how beautiful they are
Especially during those moments
When someone else reassures them that they truly do exist.


I am in love. But I don’t know how to tell them yet.


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