"lovesick" poems
At last you have departed and gone to the Unseen.
What marvelous route did you take from this world?
Beating your wings and feathers,
you broke free from this cage.
Rising up to the sky
you attained the world of the soul.
You were a prized falcon trapped by an Old Woman.
Then you heard the drummer's call
and flew beyond space and time.
As a lovesick nightingale, you flew among the owls.
Then came the scent of the rosegarden
and you flew off to meet the Rose.
The wine of this fleeting world
caused your head to ache.
Finally you joined the tavern of Eternity.
Like an arrow, you sped from the bow
and went straight for the bull's eye of bliss.
This phantom world gave you false signs
But you turned from the illusion
and journeyed to the land of truth.
You are now the Sun -
what need have you for a crown?
You have vanished from this world -
what need have you to tie your robe?
I've heard that you can barely see your soul.
But why look at all? -
yours is now the Soul of Souls!
O heart, what a wonderful bird you are.
Seeking divine heights,
Flapping your wings,
you smashed the pointed spears of your enemy.
The flowers flee from Autumn, but not you -
You are the fearless rose
that grows amidst the freezing wind.
Pouring down like the rain of heaven
you fell upon the rooftop of this world.
Then you ran in every direction
and escaped through the drain spout . . .
Now the words are over
and the pain they bring is gone.
Now you have gone to rest
in the arms of the Beloved.
36.7k
Lovesick and you've got the cure.
Got all these symptoms. You know what for.
Don't be afraid of this contagious disease,
Just take my requisition form.
I've made room for you in my atria and ventricle.
You're the capillary to my arteriole and venule.
You're the amniotic fluid to the child in my heart.
I find you even in the interstitial parts.
Treatment like uours is like a centrifugAl force.
So be the **** stasis my heart is longing for.
Some homeostasis is what we need.
We will make compromises to succeed.
Lay me supine and you in prone.
Sensory neurons fire
Exocrine glands make to pressure
Spark endocrine glands to hear you moan.
Without your heart I'd be anemic.
Withiutbyour arms I'd be half a paraplegic.
Your kisses give me air, without them I'm cyatonic.
You're the fibrin in my veins, to my pain an anesthetic.
I'm ready for some long-term care and affection.
Got a chronic condition that needs your attention.
I k now I'm concluded, parts of me sclerosed.
Don't wait post mortem to know that you're the most.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Small and insignificant...
Inferior.
Insecure and shameful...
Clumsy.
Weak and sad...
Molested.
Unremarkable and transparent...
Mundane.
Unlovable and ugly...
Hated.
Remedial and simple...
Stupid.
Angry and jealous...
Loathsome.
Lovesick and lonely...
Desperate.
Sick and Tired...
Old.
Unstable and self-destructive...
Insane.
Vulnerable and trusting...
Suicidal.
Hopes and dreams...
Deteriorating.
Smiling and Laughter...
Remedy.
Heidi Shavill
2008
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
Doctor, doctor I’m feeling awfully ill
When he’s gone it’s like my world is gone too
And I’ve got serious symptoms of withdrawal
My fever’s burning like a nasty flu.
Doctor, doctor I am losing my head
I’m addicted and I can’t get enough
In a cold achy sweat I’m stuck in bed
And desperate for another dose of love.
Doctor, doctor you tell me there’s no cure
No pill or remedy to ease my pain
I guess I’ll always be left wanting more
Until my last day when I go insane.
Love’s a disease and I’m under the weather
But it’s the only sickness that makes you feel better.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
Even though I knew it from very start,
That there is someone who owns your heart;
Even if I see,you're not sitting next to me
I'm still hoping that someday you will be.
I cherished all the memories we shared in our school bus
Keeping them alive within my mind,like a big fuss
My heart keeps on yearning for you to be near me
"Why?" You asked me."I love you."I said simply.
I can no longer control this throbbing heart and mind,
All this love for you made me completely blind.
I can't see anybody but only you,my dear.
You say you like somebody,"Its me" I endear.
My heart silently cries the tears from deep within,
The pain won't stop aching but I just keep it in.
If only you can see the one loving you is me
I'll do anything for you,anything,just tell me.
Sometimes,I ask myself: How long will I survive?
With you there by his side,letting romance revive;
Whilst shattering my heart into tiny pieces once again,
Leaving me with only scars that forever will be in pain.
I've tried often to soothe myself with this one big fat lie,
That I'll be happy for you,just to see you smile.
These tears keep pouring down as fast as a river flow,
Since I can't believe myself for letting you just blow.
I've gone crazy,my dear,crazy over this one sided love,
But only you can cure this lovesick,I had just said above.
With all your heart,please share that love with me.
Save me.Love me.Save all your love,for only me.
--------Anonymous-------
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
My heart feels heavy,
And then it feels light.
My world is turning to the left,
And then it turns to the right.
One day I’ll be happy,
And then I’ll be sad.
Like waking up sane,
And going to bed mad.
This has to be a joke,
Or some kind of trick;
As to why I can’t relax.
I think I might be lovesick.
The world stands still
When I look in your eyes.
Eventually it’ll spin again
When we say our goodbyes.
Burning brighter than ever,
You’re the fire to my wick;
Melting me away,
I think I might be lovesick.
I’m on top of the world,
But I am falling fast.
Closer and closer to you,
But I’ll speed right past.
My heart stops for you,
Like a bomb that fails to tick.
Send me to the infirmary
Because I think I’m lovesick.
I've been to every doctor,
And they've ran every test,
Still they don’t know what
Is going on in my chest.
They say its racing back and forth,
To one pace, it won’t stick.
They say I’m losing control
Because I am lovesick.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
It made me
Sick.
The kind of sick
That books describe
As green,
Ghostly skinned
With red rust noses.
Sick to my stomach
Like when you wake up
At 2:00 AM
And realize that
Something
Is
Not
Right
Before you sprint
Down the hall
To the bathroom
And ***** pizza bagels into the
Pristine marble sink.
It made me sick like
When it gets so bad that
Blowing your nose hurts
Because the extra soft Kleenex
Have scratched your skin raw
Over
And
Over
Again.
It made me sick
When I realized
That it wasn't you that I loved
But the feeling of being loved.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
1am on a Monday.
With futurama on my TV.
But I'm paying that no attention.
Cos My mind is on something else, racing, at light speed. And
Sorrows ode is on repeat.
Meanwhile, he's unaware of what he's doing to me.
Simple complexity.
Tasteless love, bittersweet.
You're so shallow,
But you always cut me so deep.
I think now, I should go to sleep.
Hopefully, you don't haunt my dreams.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
When I am with you,
I can't stop smiling.
When I talk to you,
my stomach is flooded
with butterflies.
When I see the shine
in your eyes,
my sorrows go away.
When I think of you,
I can't help to wish
that I could call you mine.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 1:37 AM UTC
When I first met you, you took me back to the 70’s,
With anarchy, *** pistols and beer soaked blazers,
****** jeans and pipe dreams and your love for jumping off of tall things
under the impression you could fly,
You spoke to me and I felt the whole weight of my body collapse down,
And to this day I thank my knees for not buckling.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
I don't want to drown among the lovesick poets--
They wax lyrical about love all day
Moan in pleasure in the night
Convert to a religion of romanticism--
Fuels them high on romantic idealism
till they fall back down to grounds of realism;
Turning into the brokenhearted poets I want to avoid--
They wax lyrical of their 'wounds' all day
Moan about their pain all night
as if the sky fell down;
To these poets, I'll give you a word of advice:-
Yours is not the worst on the plate;
be prepared to suffer pain if you only want pleasure.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
Why should humans have hearts?
Many don't even use them.
They just get broken,
by deception,
by lies.
Most of all by dreams.
Dreams that get stripped away from the core.
By reality,
who does not want to be seen.
Even though it was there,
just ignored.
Unbearable,
until shoved in the face.
Destroying any happiness that tried to exist.
Leaving two pieces of what was once a heart.
Now just a person that is lovesick.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 3:01 PM UTC
don't waste your breath
telling me to get better, talk ***** to me
don't hold your breath
hoping i try to help myself.
if you're going to hold my neck
hold it a lot tighter than that,
don't forget to push down
on my windpipe with your palm,
we're wrapped up in these bedsheets
because i want you to hurt me.
i want to see the rope burn on my wrists glisten
where it's begun to tear away at my flesh
and i like to feel real tangible knots
when i'm tied up in self loathing.
i struggle to find the line between
lovesick and depressed or
being a ********* what's the big difference.
either way i wake up with bruised
blue lips and oxygen deprivation,
and fresh linens wet with singeing liquids,
and a pain in my stomach or lungs that means
i'm still breathing slightly.
i wanted you to **** me.
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 4:39 AM UTC
I'm kept up at night
Thinking about you
And I wonder if thinking of me
Makes you restless too
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
My heart aches for you
To be with you
I wish you here
I miss you so much
I want to feel your arms around me
To snuggle all night like we used to
To feel you lips on mine
Kissing in the dark at midnight
I miss the way you held me
And made me feel better after a bad day
I miss talking all through the night
And all though the day
I miss everything about you
I want to be with you
I don't ever want to be apart
This is the cry of my lovesick heart
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 9:59 PM UTC
the lovesick little ******
wears a bandaid on her trigger finger
and bites her split lip
while aiming.
she is trying to go higher
past the tree line
and figure out just where to aim.
she points, & shoots.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
just another lovesick poem
written by another sad boy
about
being alone or
rejected or
"in love"
as if any of you
*************
have the experience
to look at another human
and know
to the depths of your soul
that you are
in love
all lowercase
because
love isn't trumpets and fanfare
love is
quiet mornings and
simple dinners and
a willingness to be
vulnerable
love is
"hi babe
I know you've had a rough day at work
so you just lay there and
let me make you
***
or
"I'm gonna make you dinner
and then
I'm gonna tie you up and
**** you"
love is not
what we were taught in church or
on the Disney Channel or
from a Stephanie Meyers novel
love is not
what your parents told you
"wait to have *** until you're
married"
abstinence is good
condoms are bad
your *** should be vanilla
men are dominant
women are submissive
missionary is the only position
*** is about procreation not pleasure
love is self defined; find it for yourself.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
I used to make fun of
Those naïve, lovesick girls
That stared out windows
Daydreaming of the boys
Who they'd been silly enough
To give their hearts to
I swore that I would never be
So foolish as to fall,
For with falling comes feeling
The crushing pain of loss
When it all undoubtedly
Hits the ground
But how could I predict
The sensation that would come
When you so suddenly
Found your way behind these
Walls I'd built so high?
You with those eyes and that smile.
How easily you persuaded me
Out of my cynicism.
My firm grip loosened
When I heard you sing that night
And I felt myself begin to fall,
Not knowing if you'd catch me.
Now I am that lovesick girl
Who stares out windows
Daydreaming of the beautiful boy
Who holds her heart
So carefully in his hands,
Silently hoping
That he'll decide to keep it.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
Why is it sometimes we force our love?
Is it in our nature to push and shove?
Forcing our will upon our obsessions and desires
Chances burning up like a funeral pyre
I know, I've been down that path
Its riddled with lovesick fools who never did their math
You need to stop it!!
It will never work
All your doing is multiplying the hurt
For "True Love" from the beginning is true
Nothing anybody or anything one can do
Destiny will always find its path
It's laid with broken hearts that felt its wrath....
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
*Where do I pour all of my love,
Now that you're gone?
I'm stuck believing I shouldn't have walked
Away*
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
Dysfunctional behind closed doors
Shapeshifted the lovesick *****
She'll touch you timid, trembling hands
Scared that you arent coming back
Digs through drawers and under the sink
Searching for her missing link
A cigarette will do for now
At least it isn't puppy chow
Shameless in her actions past
Comfortable in coming last
Theres more than at the surface level
And everybody's personal hell
Clove hitch knot around her waist
She followed at a steady pace
Wrapped around your pinky finger
She mimicked all you seemed to give her
What her eyes can do to you
Back of my throat still tastes like glue
What a sullen memory
Of what that **** can do to me
She bites her nails and fingertips
Terrified that she might slip
A clumsy dance that she once knew
Of falling into penance due
Twirl your hair and crack a smile
This one's gonna take awhile
Different or the same old same old
They've paid for it in pounds of fools gold
Chasing after fading dreams
Tripping up on memories
Will she make it on her own
A concept simple, yet unknown
A reunion of the sweetest kind
Desperate to escape the time
Spirits burn an empty soul
But never can they make one whole
Echoing within her chest
"You have always been the best"
She sips and stares across the room
Shadowed by her phantom groom
Cut off from hearts nourishment
All on her own cursed to lament
The choices that she didn't make
And chances that she didn't take
A sigh inside an empty mind
A drop of water off the tide
She's buried next to clementines
Roots entangle, synchronize
What a pretty little mess
Of despondancy and tenderness
And she's still waiting underground
For a love once frolicked, love once found
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
morning sunshine bright,
tickles me like
my lovesick
sweet heart.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 9:07 PM UTC
Doctors has examine me.
Even offer that assessment of what's ailing me?
Which I knew before they even touched me.
I'm lovesick.
Being this way since you first affected me.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I can't do many of things without you involved.
Yes, you have affected my heart.
They say, otherwise I'm in good condition.
I'm not surprised by that announcement.
I'm just lovesick.
That's all that making me seem so lost.
Love does come with a cost.
When it concerns the heart
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Sorrows casted through and through
Beneath the shadows of the true
Does human kind wonder in despair?
Or do we simply just breath in this toxic air?
I pick the choices which i have known
Ones I dare to say I own.
And when the heart begin to fall
I have no choice but to crawl
Shes smiling there, admist the crowd
Arms open, feeling proud
Before I get to share a kiss
Shes without a trace, forever missed
Random thoughts and words expressed
A fools dream or wishes at best
One would probably have never cared or guessed
That its after 4am and im so depressed.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
The clocks shorter hand rolls around again
It goes unnoticed cause my mind's deep in thoughts of you
You've poisoned my blood
The doctor says I've got a bad case of love
I need a cure for this.
Thermometers are useless
Because the fever's in my heart
My temperature is rising
This love is gonna tear me apart
The thought of your name
My head is throbbing do you love me the same?
I didn't let this happen easily
I put up all my walls
But the germs crawled through them all
I've been infected by your disease
I'm lovesick for you.
What happened to an apple a day?
And why didn't keep you away
My legs and my arms they are shaking
My heart is pounding, no it's racing
I've got the shakes and the shivers
They're bad as can be
Darling, won't you just love me.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC