O, bloom devoid

of coloration.

Your summation that

it means defeat.  

Yet such a sweet

kind gift to give;

to let you live

absently obscure.

The bloom is pure

peace of mind.

O, yours and mine

are weary from

The battle that we

Waged.

All life is staged

and circumstance.

Hard roads that turn

and burn romance

to cooler embers.

The heart remembers

Everything my dear.

It’s only fear

which soon shall pass.

For while we stand

on broken glass

it will not always

always be the case.

It’s time to face

the curtain call.

O, through it all

I loved you still.

And now you will

crush the bloom

that ever bowed

to kiss the face

of fury.

Sheath your blade

For I have none.

And not a drop

Of me was spared.

And if you truly

ever cared,

Then do not run!

Then do not hide!

In Philia we two reside.

And aim for peace once more.

Poems about salvaging friendship, break up, staying friends

A wind up doll

Through it all

I fly and fall

While lyrics spill

From pale cold lips

That cannot wake

From any kiss.

Not now, not ever

Together? No never.

A cold long day

That never leads

Warmly where

I need it most.

I warn thee

Swarm thee

With a hundred

Bright white

Innocent lies

That cover my trail.

I’m fine.

He’s fine.

No, we’re not fine.

Or “I’ve set sail

For calmer seas”

“I’m ready for

The next one please!”

Not a bit of it

Holds an ounce

Of truth.

You want

Some proof

That I can stand

Without the man

Without my hand

Held fast by him.

What is the sin?

That I loved him

Above all things?

This is what

The cynic brings.

The end of

The optimist.

The death of

The romantic.

Semantic, pedantic

Wailings of more

Than disappointed

Cartoon girl.

I’m hiding woe

You’ll never know.

Even the tip

Makes the bravest

Of you

Wipe a tear.

Or run with fear

From the blue black

Emotion a

Churning ocean

Of despair and

Pain and regret.

You beg me to

Move on, forget.

But epic love?

The lifetime kind?

What hope remains?

For one to find

That gift again?

So no, my friend

I’ll lie and say

That I am fine.

But winters bite

And passing time

Will never cease to

Make his

His memory fade.

And I have played

My last.

Living Dead Girl Break Up Original Poem

I am the rhythmic lapping

Tip toe and tap tapping

At the windows of your reflection-ism

Perfectionism.  Protectionism.

But your dam has sprung a leak

You think it’s weak, but may I speak

Instead to something softer

Searching her way in.

[chorus]

Love is like the water

Freeze it cold, it shall return

To cool the drying summers burn

Refresh the thirsty soul

That did not know it was dying.

Although you keep on trying

To control the tide

I know inside

All you really want

Is the chance to dive right in.

I am the river fountain

That can soften any mountain

A never ending stream

The sweetest dream, that leaves you clean.

But you plug the holes instead

As I seep in to sweet embrace.

I am the tsunami in your head

I am the tear drops on your face.

[chorus]

Love is like the water

Freeze me and I shall return

The warm caress in waves; you yearn

To be swept from your feet.

Although you keep on lying

Turn your back denying

You under-speak…You over think!

While you’re dying for a drink.

[End Chorus - Repeat]

I am the elemental daughter.

My love is just like water.

Love Song Original Romantic Poem

A mouse?

A mouse!

Inside my house

Inside my brain

I say again

That if I stop

Or if I drop

I fear I may

Not rise at all.

I shall not fall.

Instead place cheese

As though to tease

From broken knees

A stronger stand

Against a hand

I did not deal.

The fuel is fear

And blood

And tear.

 O, Lose or win

The wheel will spin

Anon.

Original Poetry Romantic

The midnight keeps Amor

Beyond my sweet caress

Let fragile hope endure

The trial that distance tests.

O, chains that bind the heart

Are strong and ever good

Injurious to be apart

Fidelities withstood

Perchance to dream of such a day

When we are breast to breast

And distance will but fall away

When we are nearly pressed.

I breath to hear his voice again

My Love of loves, and King of men.

Love sonnet
 

Curse the famished hungered part
That cannot live without the heart
That I have grown to love, my Love
My soul, my warmth, mi vida.

Remove the thought of compromise
Cut out the tear ducts from my eyes
That I have grown in love, my Love
My joy, my light, mi vida.

Pluck the petals from the bloom
Open me, and that right soon
Those parts that beg to love, my Love
My flesh, my wet, mi vida.

Strike me where I weakly stand
I beg thee for a stronger hand
That I may live to love, my Love
My breath, my pulse, mi vida. [fin]

Pertenezco sólo a usted Amor ~ xx ~

Finding true love lost souls

Don’t ask me
Task me
With a purpose
Greater than
The end of things.
Contracts and rings
Mean nothing
Against
The cosmic weight
Of Love.
And this is Love.
We two do know
The smell of something real.
I feel the loss
And yes the cost
Is worth the fight.
Because this night
Is longer when
You do not wait
At break of day.
And thus I pray
The Fates relent
Their fury spent
At last and passed
The decade storm
Lies fields of warm
Clovered love
And honey kiss
Thus I insist
You hold me
Nearer still.

A lovers strength faith poetry

Oval engraved amulet

Dangles daring

Between my breasts

And at my heart.

The photo inside

That would impart

A thought of Love

In middle day.

Clutched in palm

I bow and pray

That some mystic

Power lies

Inside

A bonafide

Reminder that I

Am his to have.

For that I’m glad

The metal; cold

My wish instead

Were it nothing else

But his warm head.

A locket with his picture inside romantic poem longing

Let angels come to sway

And stay and hear me say 

That never was there one

Who deserved such peace

As the one I call my home

My love, my very own.

Who sleeps alone tonight

Where my hand cannot alight

Upon his furrowed brow

I can picture now

His brown eyed stare 

Into thin air

Because the rest won’t come.

And perhaps like me

He knows he throws

And grows weaker when he

Surrenders to the deep

The black and empty sleep

Of a mind that will not stop.

Not even when it must

And trust that he is weary

Yes my love, the time will come

When you are resting here you see

And then neither you nor me

Will sleep; for an entirely better reason

Our season comes in 

Red and Gold

When I will hold thee 

Warmer still

Against my chest

So blessed! Now rest

For I am ever

By your side.

Original Romantic Poetry Canada Toronto Guerilla Poetess

Icarus now come

For I give thee the wing

To watch you touch the sun

To hear thy old soul sing.

For though we are apart

In faithful rest I keep.

Entrusted with thine heart

Fidelities so deep.

Do not fret tomorrow

For we have but begun.

O, every joy and sorrow

Amor,  I wait anon.

My very life, I give it all

That I shall never see thee fall.

Original Poetry Love poem Toronto Sonnet Skylar Smythe