Poetry Blogs (2021, unrequited love)
There are no longer words.
I have grown ancient listening.
I have grown a maze of wrinkles,
If my eyes seem dull,
Remember they have forgotten you,
I sit, and watch the hunting.
Come and join me,
Monday 12th April 2021 4:57 am
I have not yet seen
How beautiful you are
Or how funny or smart
But I know you exist
Because of the love
That is already in my heart
Sunday 11th April 2021 6:38 pm
There is no question
I love thee
But lovers we
Can never be
For if you ever
Were to see
This heart of mine
Sunday 11th April 2021 6:15 pm
Can I help it, if I think you're beautiful?
If I love you,
Must I spend my whole life being sorry?
When you smile,
Something twists inside me.
Something fragile, so it ought to break
Can I help it, if I think you're special?
If your name excites me,
Must I always try to hide it?
The cynic in me tries to squash it;
Dulls my voice, and makes me stiffen.
Makes my gaze see...
Sunday 11th April 2021 4:01 am
It should not be a sad thing,
To be a friend.
But I cry at night, on an empty pillow.
And every day I dream about you,
And see your face, in shadows.
It should not be a bad thing,
To be a friend.
But every night I dream about you.
And in the day, I cry without you,
And give myself to sorrow.
It should not be so maddening
Saturday 10th April 2021 3:30 am
Show me the year it was -
I'll show you the seventeen it wasn't,
And the eternity it never will be, that follows.
Show me the memories -
I'll show you the smiles forgotten,
And the shattered illusions, broken fragments.
Show me the point in living -
And I will cut my throat on it!
Don't you know everyone's dying?
It's all the rage.
Recognise the sound...
Friday 9th April 2021 8:58 am
I want to write a cheerful poem.
I want to sing a song of joy.
And clap my hands,
And throw my caution to the wind,
Not this misery, I.
I'd wear a dress of red and gold.
All laced up,
All softly flowing.
I want to joke, and laugh, and talk,
And brave this storm.
Not go in black,
Not me, this wreck;
Thursday 8th April 2021 4:54 am
She tried to smile,
She practiced it at home at night.
And how she'd act,
She tried to speak as if it were alright.
She even smiled,
but mostly at herself.
They didn't care.
They didn't even notice how she felt.
She found that funny too.
She practiced for that aim.
As if it were the only goal in life,
She wished they'd wonder, all the same.
She wasn't brave,
Wednesday 7th April 2021 9:04 am
On a broken stone, in a wide wild ocean,
A breaking girl, in a sea of tears.
A broken heart, and half a notion
To break away the rest of her years.
But the breaking stone refused to split,
And the roaring waves refused to bite.
So all alone,
And lonelier yet,
For nothing would take her life.
She thought of sleeping
Till she drifted away,
And so she did -
And so she did.
She laid ...
Tuesday 6th April 2021 12:59 am
Note: This is probably the most embarassing of the poems in the sub-theme of 'Unrequited Love'
(Although there are a few other strong contenders)
But, I wouldn't be doing the audience or the theme any justice if I were to omit this one.
(I'm not sure if it is the zenith or the nadir)
So, if you read on, don't say you were not warned.
Monday 5th April 2021 11:58 am
Can't get you out of my mind.
Can't halt your stay in my mind.
Can't halt my mind.
Can't hold my breath.
Can't hug death.
Sunday 4th April 2021 11:37 am
Time to visit my 17 year old self, for the next sub-theme in Love's Tempest of 'Unrequited Love'.
With low self-esteem and low social confidence it was kind of inevitable.
But that's not the only way this particular storm can brew.
This first poem in the sub-theme, 'Reckless Abandon' is presented in two forms.
In its original version, and as a shaped poem.
The original version
Saturday 3rd April 2021 11:45 am
When our ships met again in open seas
our eyes met in the salt air
under gull cries
a vow was kept
testified by Neptune
for sundry nereids inspirited
the disclosure of secret love
you are gentle,
& the wise know you,
my feeling was divulged to you
but I bear the curse of graves
strong vessels with wooden bones,
scattered at the bottom
a sounder ship is awaiting
Monday 15th March 2021 5:11 am
I think of you, chastise myself,
And press your name away
Ignoring, stubbornly, the fact,
You’re present every day
I don’t ask why I cannot help
But seek your commentary
On every task, or smile of mine-
A wish I cannot bury
I say, embarrassed at myself,
That this affair ends now.
This fantasy, this made-up game,
I cannot keep allowing
Saturday 16th January 2021 6:55 pm