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My heart, still haunted by you, star-crossed dear
Forever poisoned by enchanted song
The anger, heartbreak, melancholic fear
usurped sweet shards of time when you were gone.

Choked chasm of a soul, yet I cannot cry,
Sanctity of my sanity laid bare,
My shattered mind continuing the lie
That the person who loved me is still there.

And my eternal torture shall not fade,
In my chest there lies a broken viola,
You would think me mad that I have not strayed,
But my soul, it denies me a Volta.

Madly I loved her, and madly I kept,
Sadly the madness is all that is left.
dawn vw Dec 2020
There have been so many thoughts
running through my mind
that it leaves my heart in knots
and my existence so blind.

"Why do I feel cast aside?"
"Why am I being rejected?"
These thoughts make me want to hide
because it makes me feel so dejected.

The thoughts I have keep coming back,
I then ask myself, "is it me?"
"Is there something that I lack?"
"or is it something bigger that I can't see?"

"Will it always be like this?"
I don't want to reminisce.
kaehaniya Aug 2020
this is a song
it’s about math
it’s not too long
i’m sure of that.

math has always
been quite fun
and you’ll never faze
the endless puns.

math can be easy
math can be hard
but it’s never cheesy
it’s never charred

well, that’s all for this poem today
but math? it’ll always be there, in a way.
this was for a challenge - write a shakespearean sonnet about math
Danté Le Beau Apr 2020
Thy naked flesh,
O' so beautiful-
Kissed by the moon,
Tickled by the stars,
Their light shines off thee,
Wet to the touch,
Salty to the taste,
Marred by the stain of sin,
From my crimsoned lips
ADi Dec 2019
I'm wading in the waning evening light
awaiting to be washed ashore in song
together dancing in the cusp of night -
oh, won't you waltz with me forever long?
From panoramic dusk to moonlight's yawn
meandering along your southern shore
our dance will persevere into the dawn -
these twilight steps I've always known before.
With guiding hands you set a lively pace,
engulfing journeyed soles in rhythmic peace
and feeding weary soul with easy grace -
like footsteps disappearing in the sea.
In time to singing waves does my heart beat
as every sun and moon shall rise, repeat.
Tyra Hunter Oct 2019
I address this letter to you, in part
to speak of a new time in my life.
For a dashing beau has stolen my heart -
your youngest is set to become a wife!
His touch is cold as a December day,
but his heart’s warm as the high summer sun.
He doesn’t seem the type to go and stray,
just don’t expect grandbabes - he ain’t much fun!
He’s a striking gentleman, famous too,
and he pens the most beautiful of works!
So, with this, my life shall begin anew.
Hello city folk, goodbye Georgia berks!
If y’all plan to meet, you’re plum outta luck,
alas, my dear Edgar is dead as ****.

- t.h.
Lady Ravenhill Jul 2019
The lady hath lost it, surrend'r'd it
a penalty f'r h'r mistakes
h'r failures and h'r faults

the lady hast given it up
at consid'rable sacrifice
h'r eag'r young passion
f'r a m're content'd life

the lady's hath lost 't, finally f'rfeit
despite h'r yearning desires f'r m're
f'r nay gain, nay profit of h'r owneth
just to the desire to endure
with the one the lady's with
without h'r risking of less
© LadyRavenhill 2018
Part of a collection titled: W'rds of a Nimble-Footed Mistress.
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