"juliets" poems
You dot the i's
and call yourself
modern day romeo
coming to sweep me off my feet
coming to zap my heart
with lightening bolts
of awareness
awareness of you
Yet you never once
told me a poem
melted my heart with haiku's
or moved me with impossibilities
Never once has it occurred to you
that capulets and montagues don't click
because you always had your way
you're a modern day romeo
full of narcissistic poison
melting off your logic
revealing every chiseled muscle
that you think
will make your Juliets
melt
Oh romeo, romeo
where for art thou?
Show these modern newbies
the ways of articulation
the ways of seducing without the flesh
the ways of making eyes glow
oh romeo,
where for art thou
for the romance
I seek
is long
forgotten
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
I won't be plucking off petals from my rose
like those lovesick Romeos and Juliets on park benches.
I don't need luck and petal symmetry to believe.
I won't litter the petals
like lipstick marks or blood stains on white sheets.
I won't be placing them in a vase half full,
that's temporary.
I have a better plan in mind,
a better way to immortalize
my rose. Deep within a gift,
pressed between pages
is a symbol of your love to me.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
You are the light in my eyes my morning star
The unholy confession of who we are
And as the night burns the dark so does the love in juliets heart
No cage can contain nor boundaries bound the emotion of ours
so insanely profound
As If I were Romeo and you Juliet
then the song of true love shall be our eternal duet
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC
You said you loved me
I said I loved you too
So that's it right?
End of story
they all lived happily ever after
except not really
the miles between us
care little for
teenagers who think they are in love
It has been jaded by too many
psuedo-Romeos and Juliets
Who get all caught up
in idealistic notions of love
but **** the road
we aren't like them
we are true
and we are strong
aren't we?
and I would bridge the gap
there's nothing keeping me here
except my signature
on the lease of my apartment
and of course
I love this city
and I think living in Harrisonburg
would only end up with my suicide
but some times I just think **** it
who's stopping you
even if everybody says it's a bad idea
isn't that what being young is all about?
making really dumb decisions?
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
I was the girl who doesn't exist in reality
He was the boy who is close to fantasy.
We are characters in a tragic love story;
Romeo was his first name
And Juliet was the girl who consumed me.
While Shakespeare's Juliet captured the heart of her Romeo,
My Romeo was stolen by somebody else.
We were living in two different worlds,
And the story of my life shows:
*"Not all Romeos and Juliets meet,
And I was that Juliet who never met her Romeo."*
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
there's a game we all know
that has a Monopoly over us
that doesn't take a dice to throw
nor a score to plus
its the game of Hearts
sometimes complex like Draughts.
a game of straight flushing and great blushing
in spates of gushing or candid Candy crush Crushing
sometimes there's:
star crossed Starcraft lovers
two-per scenario Super Mario Brothers
and the game's
a Tetris tete a tete
a dual duel between two beating chests
each with a Chess set missing a King or Queen they've yet to get
Romeos and Juliets
though they've only just met
and other times;
we're just trying to Connect fo(u)r two seconds for once
in this scrabble scramble through life
Risking it all in the Trivial Pursuit
of trying to fit in the Sudoku
by following some pseudo social cues
of the games creator
that says we're failures
if we're not in 2player
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:11 AM UTC
Why do I want to keep writing
Keys turn into strokes
Spectacular vernacular
How i do love to boast
I assume you're listening
what a difference i see
between those who live
and those who simply breathe
Without the choice to fail
Set course with the wind and - Sail!
This life makes me want to dance
keeps my mind off romance
which, under the circumstance
Is like watching growing plants
I've met a million juliets
but not one that could make me a romeo
welcome to the show
I'll rule this world on my own
look back on the seeds you've sown
see what you've shown
before you live in regret,
and old crone
a clone
of what you used to be
Ill never let it happen
at least not intentionally
I'll better this world,
one way or another
show this world what its like to grow up without a father
what you can be when you teach yourself
how you can succeed the prior self
I'm only getting better
never give up, never surrender.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
It's the red heat I mean
to capture in rivulets.
My blood blues, too,
fuzzy pink, Juliets.
Burn the whole palette
and rethink your colors,
the impressions you're under.
**** score-keeping, thus
**** the goalkeepers.
Life requires only
earnest volition
to hum to life.
I'm so happy to be
right here now
Light. Mirrors. Town.
Poets 're comin'
and how's giving time
for paper where
Time's scarce?
Screens & buttons multiply.
Escape, expression,
eleven-eleven,
words and their meanings,
intentions and speeches
come running come screaming.
Supposed to mention truth n'
whatever I ever reckon to believe in.
I know you can't recognize anything
close to truth till you're sittin' in
your inner world.
And here one is, baby!
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
This Romeo is bleeding
Lying here fast awake.
Juliets long gone,
Your suicide didn't take.
Now youth has passed
You by.
No longer a young
Girl's dream.
Not a tragic love story.
Just a tragedy in life,
it now seems.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
Taken in stride where no other bides
swift swelling of the heart
In beauty lives the fragile frame,
a ticking clock while the mind searches
in fruitless abandon
One moment in time, a false hope.
No home gone forsaken in what was offered
to lead way onto way and moving forward
Leak leisure as words fail
falling through cracks in the ceiling
Crawl away with sweet suffering smiles
burning inside with the prickly wonder that will not fade
To this minute, this very second yield nothing
Perfect in the resolution of these sentiments
to forbear with unanswered patience these cries of longing.
Feeding fear in endless wells of obscurity where shadows march in time
Bringing in them the full sorrow of an empty soul
There is no sunshine in the wind.
Howl for the mighty honor of being the loudest
Arrogance disguised as intelligence
a waltzing masque full of pretty ribbons and bourbon breath
No eyebrow raised this day
Not in any day that shades life lived fully.
Question not as others have this silent broken mind,
dwelling in the rank depths of ignorance and despair
No hope for the faithful, no pause for the weary.
This shallow life is a silent tragedy played on a stage full of Juliets
and souls are lost among the quickening heartbeats.
Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 12:23 PM UTC
******* at the funeral
poison women aching in their parallel
they drink until Juliet is dead
or until in their head too
it is clear
free of fear and recalling
this was always supposed to be a tragedy
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no left or right turn
changes that everything, even love
begins and ends with some type of poison
the slowly dripping IV type
or
a sudden break check
dash to face type of poison
the Juliets' love only exists on one page
allowed to live if the real goal
is to die
smoke breaks, goodbyes
the ever too consistent "I'll see you arounds"
that is the point of a tragedy
it gets to claim the reason for existing
and the entire existence itself
Juliet drinks the poison every night
even after the man in the hole warned me
her love feeds on the liver
while the others begin to fade out
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
we should have queried the lady moon
oh all our lives they end too soon
she’s seen the romeos and the juliets
is our love forever or are we done yet?
she’s like an ivory dragon in the sky
watching over us she will cry
she knows how this goes, the way the water flows
oh how i wish i could keep her company
sell your secrets and we’ll write you a symphony
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
Romeos never come too late
to rescue your Juliets
Juliets don’t wait in vain.
Life is too precious.
Shell ✨🐚
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 6:25 PM UTC
It was a trick of the light
and a play on words
and the curtain call came late
and the actors forgot their throats
and the dancers could not find their feet
the mad men were taken by sanity
and the poets came down
with respectful writing jobs
and the stage was still a world
but the audience was bored
the earth was skipping
on a broken turntable
but the wax was lost
with the death of the bee
the milk of human kindness
oddly enough
didn’t taste as good
when not stolen from the cow
and I guess that should be expected
from a species that hoarded
the trademark of kindness
and then locked it behind bars
of fear and mistrust
don’t believe what you see
and don’t talk to people who are strange
and most importantly
just do as you are told
until you are dumb and deaf and old
a quite cog and silent spring
won’t wake the dead
keep all your dreaming monsters
inside your head
its all just for show
hush that little voice
and enjoy the ride
it’s a simple fact of life
why resist when we’re all
just going to die
actors in cages
pretending to live free
reciting our lines
there’s no place like home
if home is where the heart is
why does it sound like
our hearts are beating
from the palm of the devils hand
It was just a trick of words
as they played with our lives
and slit our throats
and bound our feet
dead marionettes strutting like Romeos
waiting to die by the suicide of our Juliets
romance is only beautiful
in the humor and satire of tragedy
its irony without iron
a bullet without a gun
a trick of the light
as we play with our words
and forget about love
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
I’ve never really thought about what that “special day” really meant,
Never really thought of how it would feel,
To bed red with “love”,
Even ********** would be red.
All I ever really did was
Spin up images of the day, in the desert of my mind,
So inexperienced and innocent,
In need of some sort of fluid
To water its parched fields.
Lovers exchanging boxes of chocolate
Roses dug up from fresh earth,
Sent off in packages
Even little boys sent notes to their admirers
In third grade.
Old couples reminisce about how they met
Teenage Juliets sneak out when the moon’s at its peak,
To meet their Romeos
And watch clichéd movies,
About this “special day”
And end the night
In bed together
sharing chocolates.
Juliet’s heart’s racing ‘cause he said “I love you”.
How foolish..
You just met him two days ago,
He just wants a piece of you cake
If not, all...
Never really gotten the gist of this “Valentine’s Day”
Why show love one day, in a year of 365 days?
What’s so special about the 14th of February?
Why not treat him or her special 365 days?
Or
Why not treat him or her like crap 365 days?
Makes sense doesn’t it?
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Love letter in November
Happy to be part of the Juliets and the Kennedys and the women who never lose it
I would do it all in a heartbeat, and I would do it again
I'm in my glory days
My glory weeks and months and years
And I cling to it, not it's notion but it's being
All I can do is smile
Smile and warmth
That is what it is and you love.
You love and love and love
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Love letters written in blood
Suicides in the name of love
Who's killing who
Romeo are you still holding
Juliets bones
Is it in the name of god
Or
Is it in the name of love
Or
Worse yet
Is it the love of god
Bombs and bullets and blood all in the name of...
And we keep feeding this machine
Our childrens smiles and hopes and dreams
And we keep writing our plays of noble suicide but we still haven't learned a thing
About trying to play the part of god
And another angel is stripped
Of its spine
Such a lovely red
For one last love letter
All in the name of...
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Just plain ***** are the boisterous birds;
All day and all night singing the blues,
The fly me to the moon serenades,
Like Verdi Romeos by the balcony
And Juliets with romantic eyes
O baybah baybah baybah,
My mistress mine, my coy sir,
Embrace me with thy soft feathers
And puteth claws on my shoulder.
O feel my smooth beak sing
Praises on your wings
As we copulate on a cloud,
And take what the rainbow brings.
Perverted pigeons, seductive doves,
All you oversexed dinosaurs,
Is there nothing but that nasty thing?
Could you ever learn to sing of love?
Ah, Love, love...do birds really love?
I dare not assume to know.
Yet I hear such longing in their songs
Like troubadours or rock and rollers
Chirping in the mating season.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC