"cheating" poems
Cheating can be pandemic
Heart’s afflicted and paralyzed
Mind rationalizes the malady
Sabotaging the ties of relationships
Pandemonium sweeps away all
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
I feel like I'm cheating
When I kiss him
Or hold his hand
I feel so guilty
When I'm happy
And content in his arms
I feel like I'm cheating
On you with him
And all the things you do for her
You never did with me
Makes me feel justified
My ****** up head
My ****** up life
***** this
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Nosey people annoy me
Pompous people bore me,
Pretentious people irritate me
Whilst drunk people irrigate me.
Opinionated people grate me,
Cheating people forsake me.
Sly people irk me
Lazy people shirk me.
Judgemental people cast me,
Bigoted people blast me.
Most people avoid me!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
cheating hearts fear they will lose all they have, they have become numb and grateful for it
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 4:05 AM UTC
This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
sunflowers lean in the direction of the sun
although this sunflower leaned in the direction
of the warmth that came from the moon
the mysterious light that attracted the flower
not from what it was familiar with
a new experience and a new way to bend
--
although the moon sung with the flower,
pampered its petals with faraway words and
danced through shadows that felt so close
the moon was in the sky
the sunflower danced, lone
in its own lonely patch
the sunflower was the sun of its own
danced to its own tune, smiled, laughed
was so sure of the world and its offerings
but the moon had its own tune
a slow, cautious, steady, unsure
dance.
the sunflower thought to please the moon
whenever it could with its own light
to dance as the moon's stage and to love
but the sunflower could only dance
for so long, until a petal fell
from its yellow petal crown
the sunflower could not evaluate why
it danced for its love. it simply had
to keep dancing
although the sunflower knew that
its petals were falling off
and the sunflower had bent too far
the sunflower had its own frustrations
but the moon hurt wherever it shined
the moon's songs were so achingly
tearful
the sunflower hardly had any petals left
when the moon began to shine its light in another direction
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
you don't know me.
Maybe you think you do.
I'm that tomboy who loves videogames
and can solve a rubiks cube in a mere minute.
I'm that girl who talks a lot to boys.
Because that's just where i fit in.
I'm that ****
who flirts with every guy she sees.
But that's not the truth at all.
That's not me
Actually I love nail polish and videogames, but in this society you have to identify as either masculine or feminine.
You can't be somewhere in the middle.
Actually i don't fit in with the boys. they're just better
at accepting that I'm who I am.
I don't fit in anywhere.
I have a flirtasious personality.
But I've been in a realationship with a guy that i Love for a year now. And I haven't even thought about cheating.
I don't even know if that's who I am.. the only thing i know is that i'm not male, but I dont feel female either.
That I'm not alone but still feel so lonely sometimes.
Who am I and who do I wanna be?
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
Broken-hearted she stand,
Seeking for sweet revenge,
To destroy his future plans.
Cheating was his doing,
Without her knowing.
Didn't plan on revealing,
Wanted to keep her in the dark dwelling.
Didn’t want to admit,
He was the one unfit,
To be her missing bit.
With her intentions,
To strive for vengeance,
She creates new extensions,
Adding to her inventions.
As demolishing takes precious time,
To fix this awful crime.
Goodbye for now my friend,
This won’t be the end.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I think of you
every day that passes.
And then I think about how
you don't love me anymore.
I don't know how to cope with this
and I'm just hoping
that if I refuse to truly accept it
after awhile,
it'll happen without me realizing it
and I won't have to feel as much pain
but I can't imagine
it being much worse than this.
You don't love me anymore.
I find myself in my head
saying that I'll stop hoping that
you'll want me back,
next week.
Next month
or maybe
next year.
I keep making excuses for you
and thinking that I should keep waiting.
And so I just keep needing to say to myself that
you don't love me anymore.
I almost have to resist cringing
when he touches me
because I feel like
I'm cheating on you.
And then I remember that
you don't love me anymore.
He is your absolute opposite
which I hate most of the time
but sometimes it helps.
Sometimes I even come close
to convincing myself that
I actually like him.
And then the thoughts of you
flood my mind
and I know that this
is nothing more than myself
being too weak
to be alone.
I love you.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Been ******* ova a thousand times
Result of that is trust isnt on my mind
Thats one thing i dont have
So i kno any relationship i start wont last
I try to believe that your not like my past
But after you gave it all its hard to redo that
I have put my heart on the line
Covered my eyes to lies i played blind
Closed my ears to gossip in the streets
Of her cheating and not claiming me
Who would of thought the one you give your soul
Would trade it for what they thought was gold
Make you out to be the fool when time of approach comes
And i loved her so much i believed her how dumb
So now you come in singing a song i have heard
How you would love me forever and my heart you wont hurt
Sorry to be the barrier of bad news
But i must be real and say i dont believe you
Yes i heard you when you said you'd love me on dieing knee
And your promise to never cheat
But your words are oh to familar
I have dejavu with your words this is a bad delima
Trust isnt something i can give easily
As well as my heart my mind cant you see
Take it slow with me i cant go fast
I refuse to get out of us what i did in my past
I be ****** if i get hurt again
Having to hear gossip from my friends
I will not hold the sign of pain any more
Before i go thru it again i will show you the door
I dont want to wait up at night for you to walk in
Or get scared when i see you around another woman
I want to be free of playing the fool
And to be honest i just want to love and be loved without trust issues
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 10:25 PM UTC
hit the road
i’ve been bold
talking in my sleep
i grit my teeth
walking the streets at night
i’ve decided that everything is emptiness
everything as i know it, is emptiness
how refreshing life is
how incredibly refreshing my mind is
my mind is emptiness
my heart is emptiness
my lust is emptiness
my love is emptiness
my thoughts, my theories, my ambitions, my abortions, my cheating, lying habits, my dreams, my girlfriends, my world, my room, my hate, my anger, my joy, my pain are all emptiness
nothing happens
nothing is a word and words don’t exist
the way that i am tied to words is emptiness
the alcoholism is emptiness
the drugs are emptiness
the friends are emptiness
my family is emptiness
i am emptiness
there is no support, no conflict, no harbored poor emotions, no bold ideas, no sympathy, no death, no life and no person.
thank god, allah, buddha, shiva, abraham, dalai lama, bob dobbs, the cosmos, myself and all those other wonderful concepts that don’t exist because they are mere words.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
It's bad
It's hurtful
It's something I don't believe in
It's deceitful
It's disrespectful
It's something I don't believe in
It's upsetting
It's ridiculous
It's something I don't believe in
It's different
It's tempting
It's something I've done
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
He loses all sense as his heart's ripped away,
he thought that she would always stay.
But she didn't, she left for another man
so now his heart trembles along with his hands.
He has now lost his will, his reason for life,
but it is all over now as he falls with the knife.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
You may have cheated on me, but mind you: it wont be as simple when you're trying to cheat on Death.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
We can fight like holy demons
And in the end, nobody won
You ain't telling me we're over
I'll tell you when we're done
Just because we fight a bit
We argue and we cuss
I ain't set to call us done
There's time still left in us
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge
I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
Sure, I done my cheating
But I kept my fingers crossed
I know that if I kept in on
My ring would not be lost
So I go and party
But I always come back home
It may take me a couple days
But, I know where I belong
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge
I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
We always talk it over
Once they let me out of jail
I know that you still love me
Or you'd not have paid my bail
There's time for us to make up
And there's time for us to fight
So, three more beer or so
And we'll see which will be tonight
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge
I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 8:01 PM UTC
Remember that guy,
Yea the one who I said made me feel all this love inside;
Well he ******* lied,
He played with my mind,
I should of known after seeing several bad signs;
Never did I ever think he would or could do that to me,
He ******* cheating on me,
He thought I wouldn't see;
I'm too smart to not have found out,
He thought I would believe his words without a doubt?
Nah my intuition
is far beyond his cognition;
So I got up and did better,
To not value me is something I won't except, never;
So **** his love,
**** all those fake hugs;
They mean nothing now,
What he did to me was ******* foul;
I have no losses,
because in this situation I was faultless;
I just hope I'm not having his baby,
Because to have two ******* pregnant now that ***** crazy;
It's too bad
he lost the best life he could of had;
As for me I'm unbreakable,
And he's now erasable.
-E.G
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:53 PM UTC
Society is so focused on being flawless. Perfect. No one is flawless, not even Beyonce. We will forget who we are on the inside, and soon that won’t even matter because the physical appearance is the main priority. Women these days are spending so much effort trying to look perfect, which hurts. Pretty hurts. Society is expecting women to look perfect, otherwise people will judge. ‘Perfection is a disease of a nation’. The showbiz industry is giving a negative message to the world. Photoshop is one of them. Making a celebrity look flawless is fooling the world into thinking we must look like that. Spending so much money on clothes, hair etc. but we don’t need to focus on that because all that matters is on the inside, which most people don’t seem to see anymore. We are constantly getting the messages in our mind that we must be flawless, and sooner or later, this is a disease. Some of us can’t take it anymore, which leads to anorexia, bulimia, insecurities, and issues with body image. Pain also takes over our minds, which is ridiculous. Even celebrities have gone through this because in our naïve little minds, we are thinking we have to be pretty. There is so much pressure it takes over our minds, and that’s the only thing we think about. We look into the mirror despising ourselves, because we are who we are. Society has created us into thinking there’s a certain way we must look, which there is not. Our flaws make us who we are, makes us positively different. Unique. But we aren’t allowed to think that way because the media isn’t allowing us to. When people change, they are only cheating on themselves because media displays images of what we should and shouldn’t look like. It’s not their fault though. They can’t help it. Changing, like getting botox or body implant is only giving us a masquerade. It’s a mask to hide our real, inner beauty, which the media has taken the idea away from us, to become people who we actually aren’t.
And in the end, we know that pretty hurts.
a.a.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
He watched as the tears flowed down my face
But I turned away to hide his disgrace
I took my heart and held it tight
held in the pain with all of my might
I took a breath
Sharp in
Cut out
As a felt his hand on my shoulder
But I was already filled with doubt
when I turned around to meet his gaze
Mine was hard, and soon his was hazed
I yanked away from his desperate grasp
But I think I already knew we were done and past
I heard his voice crack with sadness
"Please stay, I love you, I'll miss you, I need you"
Choking on sadness, but holding the rest down
I whispered back, with an emotionless sound
"You may have forgotten what love meant, But my love is something where rules cannot be bent"
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Once a cheater always a cheater
That’s what I have always heard
Some say its absurd
Some say that’s only true with repeaters
So what are you?
A repeater?
Or just a one time cheater?
What should I do?
You have proved you’re untrustworthy
But can I trust you ever again?
You’re stuck in my brain
But thinking like this isn’t healthy
I love you
But you lied to me
My brain says to flea
I am afraid my heart will not pull through
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC
They called her an attention ***** for the last time
As she put the gun to her stomach and pulled the trigger.
The fat girl
The bipolar girl
The depressed girl
The nymphomaniac
The airhead blonde
The discarded cheerleader
The broken hearted
The girl who cuts
The girl who cries
The girl who has a eating disorder
The girl who can't help herself
The girl who is always alone
The girl who gets yelled at
The girl who always gets *****
She just wanted love
But this is all she has
She has a cheating boyfriend
She has a horrible father
She has an abusive mother
She has a shattered heart
She has a numb mind
She has a lost hope
She has a sharp knife
She has a loaded gun
I'm sure they just wanted attention. I'm sure they were perfectly fine.
I'm sure they didn't need the helping hand. I'm sure they're just overreacting.
I'm sure she's dead. I'm sure you don't really care.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 3:07 PM UTC
I know she can never be mine
But when I try to flirt
with someone else
I feel like I am cheating on her
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
I like the way
you say care
and laugh at my jokes
and stroke my hair
You touch my body
call me your amor
and tell me I'm pretty
when I answer the door
But then.
Your phone starts beeping
I'm no longer yours
Your hands wrapped around it
Yours eyes on the floor
Transfixed by its beauty
It's body you touch
You laugh and you answer
You smile far too much
It sits on the table
Between you and me
A small metal barrier,
which past you can't see
When it goes off again
and you reach for that phone
You let go of my hand
Absorbed on your own
I get up, I leave
I'm not second best
To texting and cheating, and lying and tweeting
You inconsiderate idiot, your life's a mess
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
The recipe reads:
2 and 1/2 ounces dedication
To 3 pounds ********
To a gram of work
To a ton of cheating
To a tablespoon punctuality
To a gallon procrastination
All with a base of
Genetic Luck
Success,
Success,
**** this
What's the big idea
Of having to succeed?
I don't need to succeed,
Not by your standards.
I write my own formula
For a successful life.
One
Bitter
Shot
Of
Not dead, Yet.
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
They are checking their list and checking it twice
Making a note whose leaning left or right
The CIA is coming to town.
They know when your cheating on your taxes
Checking Facebook they know when your awake
When your smoking Humboldt ****
Or chatting online with the Russians
So knock off for goodness sake
With hidden accounts offshore
Track and keep score
They know exactly who you are voting for
The CIA is coming to town.
OOOOOOOOOO you better watch out
You better not shout
You better be good
Check under the hood ( boooom)
The CIA is coming to tooooooooooooown
Dont panic........ its Political Satire folks
@ copyright Tammy M Darby Sept. 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
I see the changes
At times they are clear
Other times, they seem to pass right by me...
I am growing...
Maturing...
Changing...
I am becoming a stereotype
Just not the one I thought I'd be...
Breaking rules,
Sneaking out,
Telling lies,
Cheating...
The list seems to continuously grow longer
Is that bad?
Or good?
I don't even know anymore
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC