Tag: Love

A poem from the point of view of post-break-up, trying to choose to move on.

It would be so easy to hate you
Or the way you make me feel
The way you make it all okay
Whilst my heart breaks
- But I can't
It would be so helpful to be angry
Or shout and cry out and kneel
The way I forgive you on sight
Whilst my heart breaks
- But it isn't

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A free-written poem about a journey through a final goodbye to a loved one, as part of a Grand Guignol suite of monologues in poetic and free verse 'Cabaret of Confessions'
Published on Spillwords in 2016

As she gazes into her eyes can she see the pain,
Will she see the shadows, will she see the shame,
She can see the love, she can see the light,
She can feel the pull, feel her chest coiled tight,
She hopes her heart won't break as she tears away,
Will she hear it crack and feel her fingertips stray,
As they grasp onto the moment that's no longer real
As they clutch for hands that can no longer feel.

Lost reaches — brush nothing, her heart begins to flake
Her soul hopes for sleep and the longing lays awake.
Would she really be missed, her mind starts to break
To feel like she belongs, what would it take...

Love like thunder, as light and as fickle as the promises now unspoken.

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A poem about finding the beauty and trying to hold onto the positive after a broken heart.
Published on Spillwords 2016

What's your favourite moment?
The question is often posed,
A recent, beautiful moment,
With hopes and hearts deposed.
And in an instant I can see it,
Feel your body, smell your skin,
Because the beautiful favourite moment,
Is when I end and you begin.

I can still feel my arms around you,
Hear the song as the needle coasts,
The melody, the pedantic cracklings,
The record player contains these Ghosts.

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Take a moment

Take a moment, take a breath In a world where a pause seems eternal Hold tight to the moment of choice That moment it yours Take a moment A breath Remember it’s real And what will be left There is value for you Just hold on Easy for me to say I know. I Love…

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Symphony

Your voice; a symphony You stole a chord When you disappeared There’s a gap in music Syncopated heartbreak Underscoring you Rhythm like rain Melody like moonlight Holding onto hope Love & laughter so light But tears in tornadoes Our symphony Our fight

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A poet struggling with the unrequited love of their muse
Published on Spillwords in 2016

And so it starts; the question of the ending begins.

Knowing you can't love me.
But your arms can hold me home
Knowing you can't need me
And I can't bear to be alone...

Omnipresent stuttering holds the pen fast in my grasp
And the juxtaposition of my desire is disillusioned fast.
Tortollogy of my feelings fall fast upon the page
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A poem about a woman's letter to her lover who is lost to his worser self and her hope for his return.

Two halves to every story, to sides to every curse,
The hatred or the lies of love, I fear for which is worse.

Held in his arms but locked inside your heart
When I hold my breath you don't feel so far
In the blink of a heartbeat I hear your voice
Waiting for the moment when it becomes my choice

The cold hands coiled around my own
Could never be warm, or make me feel home
It's your eyes I want to live in

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A soliloquy written for puck; her love for oberon. Excerpt From an original play: 'Cubed'

A soliloquy showing Puck's love for Oberon. From an original play: 'Cubed'

Our love is as a melody; once magical – now mundane.

If he could simply take his time to listen, truly listen to the words with his heart he should find what he fell for, what enchanted him about our song.

He loves me not, but my heart holds me to his will at least a while longer. I cannot work my charms upon him, he is immune to such trickery, and I could not live with myself, nor not with him neither if he were not to be authentic in his love.

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