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Love and Sad Poems

Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to expand the literal meaning of the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses.Some forms of poetry are specific to particular cultures and genres, responding to the characteristics of the language in which the poet writes. So.. welcome to DeeperPOEMS!!

LOOKING GLASS

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 12:30:00 AM

Who feared, as hope’s flowers unfolded
that blossoms might fade
with unseasonal change
and petals blow free down the wind?

Who dreamed,
when love’s singing first started,
that melodies drifting
through dissonant chords
could keen like a nightbird’s last cry?

Who dared with life’s dance just beginning
to partner with fates
unaccustomed to grasp
at the swift, sudden stumbles of time?

Who wept, at the journey’s frail ending
for the path never taken,
the compass unused,
the years still untrodden, untried?

Suzanne’s Mirror - Reflections on a Homeless Muse

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Very emotionals poem...
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Do Not Love Me Yet

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 11:54:00 PM

Nicholas Gordon

Do not love me yet, for I
Am still a slender moon,
A scimitar about the heart
Too sharp to touch too soon.
Before I'm touched I need to grow
More full in golden light;
I need to smile upon my earth
And rule some patch of night.

I need to know what roads and fields
Lie in my domain
And dull my brand new ecstasies
With sophomoric pain.

I need the love of some blank boy
As cold and dark as me,
That we might grope in ignorance
And fear of what might be.

And then when I'm a silver bowl
And know what I can hold,
Then, then, perhaps, we could try love
If you are not too old.

Nicholas Gordon

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I Regret

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 6:24:00 AM

by Dreamcatcher

My God, why did you take my mother?
Angles took the wrong one - not her - another.
Regret is a feeling that I feel everyday;
You took her from me, and I didn't say -

"I Love You, Mom," in my own way;
Only to hear her say it back to me.
God, why couldn't you just let us be?
She didn't deserve to die;
Didn't deserve to be in pain,
Only to leave me here asking you why -
Night after night when I cry in vain.

from 100best sad poems

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Love Story

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 6:15:00 AM

by Apryl

Annette met Sebastien many years ago
With all her heart she loved him so
She knew he was her soul mate
To love someone this much, could only be fate
 
In elementary school they were the best of friends
They played on the swings for hours on end
This carried on for many years
They were always there, to wipe each other's tears
 
Before they knew it they were all grown 
Making sure their love for each other was always shown
They knew they'd never find another
That they cared about as much, as each other
 
Then one day while walking in the sand 
Sebastien took Annette's hand
A tear slowly rolled down his cheek
He could barely say the words, he wanted to speak
 
"I love you Annette, I wanna be with you for life"
"You'd make me the happiest man if you'd be my wife"
Annette kissed him and said, "I love you"
Then in his ear softly whispered, "I do"
 
Suddenly one day Annette became sick
She had a heart problem and needed a new one quick
The doctors told her about two weeks
Tears started to pour down her cheeks
 
Sebastien stayed by her night and day
Slowly she was fading away
Loving her with all his heart
He made the decision, they had to part
 
He was very scared when he signed his name
Although he knew by this she would gain
A life she could live with much happiness
He knew that he would always be missed
 
He kissed her lips and said good-bye
All he could do was sit there and cry
He told her he loved her so
And it was so hard to let her go
 
Annette woke up and didn't know what was going on
She wondered why Sebastien had been gone for so long
She asked the docter where he had been
All he said was, "This is hard to explain you see"

"You needed a new heart and you needed it fast
Otherwise your life would not last
Sebastien loved you more than you know
And through what he did, this is shown"

"He wanted you to be happy and live,
So to you his heart he did give"
Then he handed Annette a note
And on it, this is what he wrote:
 
"I gave you my heart once before
And now I give it to you once more
You gave me love I didn't know of
I'll always be watching you from above"
 
A tear slowly rolled down Annette's face
Sebastien was who she wanted to embrace
And thank him again for giving his heart
Now she knew they would never truly be apart

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Love hurt…

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 5:11:00 AM

by ones


How dare I laugh when my smiles are fake?
It hurts with every breath I take.
Without you around, oh, how I ache.
My heart was fragile; you made it break.
It shattered to pieces and fell from the sky,
Ten million crystals piercing inside.
For a moment, I thought I'd seen love in your eyes, 
But every good thing has to end with a lie.
I found myself dreaming I'd soon be your wife.
I'd give you my heart, I'd give you my life.
You'd return it with pain like a wound from a knife,
And keep hurting me till I felt unalive.
Why does love do all the things that it does?
You sell out your soul just for kisses and hugs.
You become so addicted, it's almost like drugs:
You fell in love once, now you need it so much.
Should loving someone really feel just like this?
Should I wanna die 'cause I can't have your kiss?
Should the only safe place lie right there on your lips?
So, why do I feel I've been hit with a fist?
Sure, love is sweet when you have it so close,
But when it's all gone, that's when you need it most.
That's one thing about love:  No one really knows.
I feel so alive, but to you I'm a ghost.
Love cannot see you and neither can he
And reality's so harsh you can't even breathe.
He is the only air you'll ever need.
So what does that leave you with after he leaves?
Nothing but memories, promises broken,
Feelings left hurt, words left unspoken.
When I feel so serious, everyone's joking.
I try hard to laugh, but still, inside I'm choking.
I have just one question:  That question is 'Why?'
Why do the people say love makes you fly,
When it left me just standing here only to die…

It’s hurt…..

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WheN U tHought I WasN’t LoOking...

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 4:58:00 AM

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make my favorite cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I heard you say a prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night and I felt loved and safe.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking,
I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."

--Pat Wilson

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Why Is The Rose So Pale?

Posted by Ve BlinkZ~ on 4:18:00 AM

by Heinrich

Oh Dearest, can’t you tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Should wither in the vale?
 
And why the Lark should, in the cloud,
So sorrowfully sing?
And why from loveliest balsam-buds
A scent of death should spring?
 
And why the Sun upon the mead
So chillingly should frown?
And why the Earth should, like a grave,
Be mouldering and brown?
 
And why is it that I, myself,
So languishing should be?
And why is it, my Heart-of-Hearts,
That thou forsakest me?

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