"betryal" poems
How do you define love?
How do you begin?
Come with me on this journey and explore,
The emotion of love that we all truly adore,
The emotion that we all seek to receive,
The emotion that makes us weak at the knees.
An emotion that has been written about in Music, Stories, Poetry
An emotion we have captured in paint,
An emotion we long for to hold and cherish, let noone taint.
Songwriters have written lyrics, declaring their feelings of desire,
Different Genres, Ballads, Rock Anthems,Jazz, Rhythm andBlues,
Singing of love for cars, women and drink.
Singing of the Power of Love and who started the fire,
Singing of pain, hurt, unrequited love, betrayal too
Songs making us remember, desire and think.
Music so light and pretty,
Music that rises slowly to a high crescendo,
Music of passion, devotion, trust and loyalty.
Music that is dark and *****
Music that takes you down low,
Music of betryal, mistrust and insanity.
Artists take to the brush to paint a picture clear,
Of women walking on a bridge parasol in hand,
Portraying feelings of lust, romanticism and fear,
Of lovers dancing on the beach leaving footprints in the sand.
Portraying their love of the beauty that surrounds, women and children with beguiling smiles,
Portraits that make you laugh, cry and stand still for a while.
Artists that capture the perfect smile,
Artists that capture that capture the love in the eyes,
Artists that capture that moment, once in a while,
Artists that capture that bond, those ties.
Poets create a picture with their words,
Bringing to mind lust and desire,
Writing of feelings that matter.
Making you cry, laugh, raising your emotions higher and higher,
Using words that describe, pain, and hurt,words that charm and flatter.
Poets that tell a story of hardship, friendship and survival,
Poets that make you laugh, cry and bring about revival.
Poets that write of emotions,
Poets that write of tenderness,
Poets that write of devotion,
Poets that write of togetherness.
Throughout the centuries we are bequiled by love,
How it hurts, how it heals,
The emotions love makes you feel.
How it is won, how it is lost.
Love at what price, what cost?
How we desire love from each other,
How we desire the love of our father and mother.
How love can raise you up and let you down,
How love can get a smile out of a frown.
How love can be your freedom and yet love can smother,
There is no medium that can capture all the different aspect of love for each other.
Love is unique,
Love can be bleak.
Love is scary,
Love can be weary.
Love is strength,
Love can be any time, any length.
Love is freedom,
Love can be your guiding beacon.
Each and everyone of us, feels love in someway
How do you recognise love? if love spoke to you, what would it say?
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
Dear you.
You have become old,
you can make your own choices,
and no one will be there to stop you.
You have become old
and you have learnt a lot from life.
You have met a lot of people,
different hearts and characters,
and some that you loved a lot,
surely stabbed you at the back.
Some that you believed would never be away from you
were the first to proof what betryal was.
You learnt to love, care and be tolerant.
You learnt how to hate
and dislike,
you took examples from your childhood
and carried them to adolescence,
you vowed never to be like your father
and up until today you are still not like him.
You learnt how to carry you self well in public,
while standing up for yourself.
You led almost every group discussion
and you were always the up-front
person in class,
you forever said your words
and they stuck loud and clear into their hearts.
You became a rebel,
by not doing what the majority did.
You have kept your varginity up until this day,
and no form of drug has ever been diguested into you system.
You stood up against what you knew was wrong,
and you forever made things straight,
you didnt care whatever it took,
even being hated was never at any chance going to stand in your way.
You promiced yourself to be true to your own being,
you kept your diginty,
you left a smile on faces of those who felt secure around you.
You never lost confidence
and you didnt care what people thought about you.
You learnt to love,
accept,
apologise,
and forgive,
and up until this day you have forgave even that sharped knife that cut too deep.
Dear you i wrote this counting down to those few days left before you become a young adult.
I am proud of how you fought through all those trails.
You faced it all,
and no daughts have ever stood in your way.
Yours loving,
most caring,
the only comforter,
the only one that understands you.
The only one to never live your side,
the one that has always felt all the pain when you got hurt.
Yours loving friend...
MYSELF
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC
Her heart can hold a lifetime of love that runs skin deep.
It aches with strong cravings for affection.
There's a feeling she gets,
every time she feels like someone is trying to deceive her.
It consumes her entire body.
Betryal is the feeling she thinks this is.
Blood boils, adrenaline rushes,
and heart beats faster than the speed of light.
She can
****** someone in a split second with this excruciating feeling.
She can rid her life of sorrows but
also bring nothing but woe into it with this tenacious vehemence.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Look through a liars eyes,
See what betryal,
What pain,
What fear,
Has turned them into.
Only through a liars eyes.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC