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Eleanor Rigby May 2015
And I hope that she makes you happy
The way you once made me.


F.Z.**N
Àŧùl Apr 2015
Making me sing daily for her,
F
ar used to be the sorrows,
Ma
ddening was my love,
Mad
e** her feel special..

Me singing & writing poetry,
Separately for her was regular...

For her I will improve myself,
Testing my capabilities I am,
Reeling the love I kindle inside,
***ling I'm my hard outer shell..

Companion of mine is perfect,
Together we gelled just so well,
Tomorrow seems very golden,
Grappling with all the troubles,
Challenging time with my effort,
Focused were all my techniques,
Graduating in the field of love,
Completed seemed my jigsaw.
My HP Poem #849
©Atul Kaushal
Cecil Miller Mar 2015
If you believe in happy endings,
I believe in love.
I believe the Universe is sending
Singnals from above.
All my emotions I wear on my sleeve.
From the start I knew that I would grieve.
Promises were made to break.  
How much more can one heart take
From you.
Oh, you
Think nothing more will come of Tears
Than water-shedding through the years with you.
I am the one who can see
The depth beyond your narrow need.
Denials that you always claim
Never live up to their fame.
We lie in bed at night and cry.
Silent tears, my lullaby.
I wonder ever when the lies will end,
As we continue to pretend,
We cycle through the lies again,
and again,
and again.
I wrote this in 2005. Starting out, it was inspired by British progressive rock and was going to be song lyrics, however it got to a place I liked. Too brief to be a song, I just let it be the poetry it had become.
You left me twisting in agony
In the hurricane's eye of my mind
Where love goes flying by
Destruction , far and wide

Don't let me remember I loved you
Let me forget what I once held
Please don't agonize me
I fell from heaven , now reside in hell

Break the twines that hold me down
Cut the ropes of memories made
Release me from my sentence
Let me RIP in my grave
KAT COLE Feb 2015
You have ruined a part of me.
A part of me that shakes when I'm alone.
A part that can't close my eyes for too long.
A part that can't sleep without a breathing exorcise rituals just to calm my body down to rest.
My bones ache from the constant tension of anxiety.
Never knowing where you are or what you're doing.
I cringe in every greeting praying that your name is never said in return.
You have ruined me.
But only a piece.
I will fight for myself because no one else did and no one else can.
I will be made whole.
I will rest.
I will fight.

*Take these shattered broken bones and make them new.
I was so close,
So close to reaching the inevitable,
But before I closed my eyes...

She was there,
I believed what I couldn't as,
Eyes met across the room,
Never looking away,
She threw herself into my arms,
And I held her tight to my chest,
With the warmth that I felt,
The world stood still,
It was all good until,

She was there,
But she was not where I last saw here,
Instead,
She was over there,
And again eyes met from our path,
This time, she stopped,
She just, Talked,
But our conversation grew,
And I watched as the hours would go by,
And before I could even say goodbye,

She was there,
We were together watching the stars,
Staring into the night sky,
Just reminiscing our past,
Talking about the present,
And what our future holds,
We cried,
But after trying to dry her eyes,
She locked into mine,

She was there,
Holding my hand,
Making the stand that she would,
Forever be with me,
She promised that she wouldn't leave me,
She would not cheat,
And with her trust,
It became,
Til Death Do Us Part,

I woke up this time,
And to my side,
No one was there,
I looked around,
Hoping to find her,
Nowhere to be found,
I looked for something,
Anything,
And that's when I knew,

She made me feel,
She made me touch,
She made me hold,
She made me love,

She made me,
But,


*She never existed
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JayCee Russ-Cuthbert
I found my poem to end in three ways.
The first way I saw it was that, he was basically living his dream and it almost felt as if the whole thing felt like a reality, only to find out that it truly was a dream, never being able to find true love.
Another way I thought of it was trips to his past that he remembered, but in the end, she really did leave him even after everything she promised.
A third, but strange way of thinking about it, was he's about to reach his point where he's going to die and remembers all about the one he loves, in the end when he reaches his point, he is in heaven and is unable to see her again thinking that she was never there....
It's up to you to decide. But where is the love?
Bunny Dec 2014
Being with him was like experiencing all the seasons at once.
Steadfast like a frozen lake was his spirit. unique like a winter flake.
His voice was spring, soft and speaking life into all things.
A warm summer was his heart. Humbled by love and burning to serve.
His tones that of autumn. Apple crust skin sprinkled with cinnamon.
His exquisiteness enlightened her sensitivity to the senses.

In each season, weathered literal or emotional,
There was no longer room for her disillusion.
This time it was different because her heart,
Had decided to be glad in everything.
With or without him she would be alright, yet, she named him 'Miracle.'
She folded her hands, "Lord never let this season boy leave like the leaves,"
She prayed, "Keep him with me always."
Rockie Nov 2014
A hidden hole
With money
Made of loose change

A hidden hole
Full with water
Made of rain and dirt

A hidden hole
Long forgotten
Like a childhood memory

A hidden hole
Made with brick
And a bucket so far down
You can't see the bottom
Eleanor Rigby Sep 2014
You made me happier
Than I've made myself.


F.Z.N
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