Seek Not My Heart
by Kit McCallum
Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?
Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?
Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.
It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.
No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.
What Isn’t Mine
By Jill Alexander Essbaum
Let us tunnel
Through the rubble,
Through the thrum.
Let us rut through the sum
Of who we were,
Or are,
Or will be in the years to come:
A couple
Of someones
Who used to be in love.
Used to be in love.
Ho. Hum.
These days: Seem to be in hate.
Gypsum, marble, pyrite, slate.
See here. A pit of snakes.
Look there. The rock of your rages.
And I’m in a cable-cage, slinking down your shaft.
You fondle that hefty What if. . . ? as if
To hurl it. All the other holes
Are blatant hells.
A dragline scrapes our fossicked floor.
I am the ether. You are the ore.
This is the war that nobody won.
Like afterdamp collapsing a lung.
You take to swinging a pickaxe.
I take back my vamping kinks
And the pavement beneath us sinks.
This stinks. Think: In-situ leaching
But with leeches, louses,
Lampreys. Oh Spouse,
Your hard hat leaks a surfeit
Of lamp rays that’s wasted sub-surface.
A night so pitch it’s perfectly black.
A sapphire scarred by a scratch.
Sickness, health, abundance, lack.
The salt in my wound. The shirt off your back.
So our bloodcup runs empty of urge.
The metallurgy
We’re made of demands its dirge.
Our burrows diverge.
Our passages split.
Copper, silver, gravel, grit.
Am I—perhaps—alluvial?
Un-live-with-able?
A bit too simple or silty?
Only gold really ought be gilty.
And you are as cold as coal.
I am your dole, your lode,
Your carbon-flawed diamond.
All told: We drilled and hit demons.
Granite, though, is good for graves.
Granted, a mine isn’t quite a cave.
What isn’t mine, I cannot give.
Modern Love
By John Keats
And what is love? It is a doll dress’d up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
Till Miss’s comb is made a pearl tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
Fools! if some passions high have warm’d the world,
If Queens and Soldiers have play’d deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The Queen of Egypt melted, and I’ll say
That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.
Slow Tears
by Martini
I look up
as a tear rolls slowly
down my cheek
I think about better days
and wonder if I'll feel that way again
you look at me
with those eyes I know so well
always serious, so deep and insightful
as though you're always in control
But not today
not now
Now you look so scared
like for once you don't have the answer
I gaze at you
looking deep into those hazel eyes
Hoping to understand
why you've said those things you did
I wonder for a moment
if this is all a dream
if I shall wake in the morning
and be relieved
you look at me
with a confusion I have never seen
slowly pull me towards you
and wipe the tears from my cheek
‘Let it Be Forgotten’
Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten,
Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold,
Let it be forgotten for ever and ever,
Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.
If anyone asks, say it was forgotten
Long and long ago
As a flower, as a fire, as a hushed footfall
In a long forgotten snow.
Broken Heart
by Crystal Holtz
I will never forget the days we once had
The days when you were everything to me
My mind used to tell me we'd be together forever
But now I realize that was all a big dream
The feelings I have for you will never go
I wish I could take back that one regretful day
The day when I willingly let you slide from my arms
Never did I think of the astonishing pain of regrets
That I would once have to live through
The sight of you in someone else's arms
Makes my heart shatter into a million pieces
I sometimes wonder if you still think of me
Or if to you, I'm just a face in the crowd
I wish so very much that one day we can have it all back
But for now, I'll sit here silently
Remembering all the memories we once shared
Everyday my love grows much stronger
Hoping that one day you will feel the same
And put back the pieces of my broken heart.
I was never enough for you
Seeking love in the abundance of dry passions in the wastelands
Crying rivers to reach the shores of hopes but afraid of the failures
Immense load on my heart though for not being enough for you ever
If dying every day was not enough, I envy I could be a bit stronger
Sacrificing a lifetime for your happiness, I slaughtered my emotions
To endeavor you was the plan but turned out I love you without borders
Surrendering freedoms was not sufficient, or loving eternally was a crime
It doesn’t matter how grievously I lament, that afterward, a little longer
You whine about being loved so much; people wildly crave such notions
My talents, creativity, and passion could not move you from your corner
Brag about betrayals in depraved minds that begets ridiculous outcomes
My soul for you continued fighting the world, holding my blood warmer
You still don’t get it, the tremendous gravity of the prevailing circumstances
What it’s worth it with broken dreams I rove at night, to ponder upon my charmer
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Sad love poetry reminds us that heartbreak is a part of loving deeply. Even when relationships end and memories fade, the emotions remain alive through powerful words and meaningful verses. These poems give comfort to broken hearts by showing that pain, longing, and tears are feelings shared by many. In the end, love may leave scars, but it also teaches us strength, hope, and the beauty of emotions that once made our hearts feel alive.
