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Karijinbba Nov 2021
Not all Married men are
inaccessible to single women.
Not all single men are accessible
for affairs in the love arenas
Some married men are Knights
enjoying extra marital bliss.
My King lost his sword by me
A married man found his with me
and my virtual loving ways.
One married man writes me poems
another King lover thinks of me
walking reciting love poems through
my lonely dance path.
My avenue of the death.
I feel like a blindfold sword queen
who has lost her pharaoh
and can't be consoled
where is my Knight?
Beloved my king of hearts!
My once upon a time?
My willow tree of life.?
My ancient Pinnoccio
hiding wealth name reign
and heart of gold?
come to me I plead you.
I love you so.
Nathan Smith Jul 2021
How do you tell someone you’ve ****** over many times that you’ve changed and you are sorry?

You beg and plead and make promises you’ve made before
But it’s clear they’ve had enough, and they won’t take no more

You tell them your sorry and buy them gifts.
That’s still not enough friend, their love will continue to drift.

You give them their space in hopes it will make them miss you.
Odds are you never gave them attention anyway, so that’s nothing new.

So what’s the right answer? What else could you do?

There’s no exact answer as there is nobody the same.
It’s also not guarantee anything will work as this is not a game.

You should look in the mirror and try to see what they see.
Put yourself in their shoes and ask how did they feel around me?

This is not how u can help them, their not the ones who need a correction.
You have to fix yourself, make it consistent  until you like the person you see in the reflection.

Truth is you may not get them back and that’s a hard pill to swallow.
If you fix yourself it’ll make it easier to let go, and you’ll be more confident and happier for years to follow.
Be gentle it’s been a couple years sense I made a piece
Morgan Vail Apr 2021
Though I love you, and I did,
I returned once more to the orchard.
Home seemed so far away,
Clasped in the hands of another.

Every dish washed another breath drawn,
The slick ribbons against the trees.
My love, my wonder, at my side.
Again, my demons embrace me.

Again did I stop outside of my haven,
Praying to a malevolent, unloving light.
Is it wrong to be so human, my doubts,
How could a grey sky be alright?

Why live if living is wrong,
If each whine should be a cry?
My bed felt more like teeth then,
Gnawing at me from each side.

The flowers bloomed under a night sky,
Adorned with all the things I should’ve confessed.
Once again I find myself in that time,
Yet with you I think only of what I’ve repressed.
Strying Mar 2021
it's not horrid
it's not terrible
it's everything
it's you and her
it's the tears that pour
it's the people laughing
it's everyone clapping
for the joyous occasion
the white dress
the suit
and the girl in tears watching her life dissapear.
POV: watching the love of your life get married to another girl and love someone else. you're never enough, you're never the one.
Paul Idiaghe Oct 2020
show me how to wear diamond
dreams without trembling
beneath their weight.

I am a pebble, peeled off
from a peak, fraying and falling,
faltering at its feet. end up

locked between the lips of
married mountains; eyes
hinged to the sky, feet sinking

into earth, chest caving into
a coffin where my heart hides
its head. as despair crawls
in to devour the decay, I linger

between the decomposition, dead
to dust to soil—waiting
to bloom again.
Hemang Dani Jul 2020
I got married in 2015
a journey I started
I thought I met my dear
She barked fear

I got scared
as I had dared
Love turned unknown
Fights were homegrown

no memories to look behind
no feelings stood behind
I made my commitment long
Emotions all went wrong

15 to 19 seemed like a decade
everyday looked like a parade
No where near was my wife
Faith in God marched my life
The poem inspiration came when one of my near dear one was going through a very tough time and to make it easy for him to pass this phase, I penned few lines on his phase.
Hemang Dani Jul 2020
Me, my wife and our married life

I got married in 2003
Life was young and free
I was 26
and I took the risk

I belong to a joint family
she grew in a nuclear family
Our thoughts were a mismatch
conversations were out of catch

She liked to have an open talk
I was a reserved lot
Her expectations were different
my ideologies were repellent

she was a career woman
I an ambitious man
I persuaded on my own business
her career was left in a mess  

slowly I started understanding
life started turning
she became my good friend
our conversations are in blend

Now our marriage is in teen
Life looks all young and green
With my kids, my dear
Thank you God, my eyes in tear.

Hemang Dani
I penned this poem on completion of 16 years if my marriage. It is one of the prized gift for my wife and me.
xavier thomas Jul 2020
I give her love with the protection & wisdom I carry

I chase after her consistently as if it’s our first time meeting all over again

I carry her flaws on my shoulders to show that these are my flaws to

I help her seek God when darkness attacks our light

I love her shades of brown skin because Black Lives Matter

I held her hand in marriage, & propose this ring that symbolizes “Till death due us part”
I'm Ready
and she got married
gave birth
i’ve become kind of a relic

like sun or time

because we’ve known each other for four billion years
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