"montagues" poems
we kissed.
"are you happier now." you said.
nobody's ever going
to
love
me.
but at least sadness doesn't devour me as easily.
i got thoughts to banish the
sadness
and
pain.
the only thing i've ever wanted was for someone to love me.
it's a tragedy.
this is a love story that will end like r + j.
but unlike shakespeare, my brain isn't dead.
i will fight for love like the capulets and montagues.
i will die for this love to last.
and i will do anything just to make you happy.
but yet,
i'm
still
not
loved.
it's impossible for someone like him, my romeo whose eyes are darker than the night sky,
to fall for a vulnerable juliet, who on the inside is a weak, emotionless girl who doesn't ever
get
what
she
wants.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
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
bid me break out from thy wilted willows;
beckon, my reckless abandon allowed;
touch to rouse korre her fearful sorrows;
for thine to err is my own will't enshroud.
shy, ajar curtain, love-performing night;
for thine vows aplain, tacit, unspoken;
thine weary worn feet to wash incontrite;
alas, love: rest unwoed of wheres or when.
not tamed nor swayn, no fam'ly to relent;
no montagues, no capulets, unnamed;
none more days wasted wishing a time bent;
just apollo's sky, ne'er beating hearts blamed.
say, dear romeo, has love now grown stale;
'thout sweet poems and tearful eyes to watch us—
—fail?
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 1:58 AM UTC
we were in constant dispute like the Capulet's & the Montagues
but a love like Romeo & Juliet
like Tybolts & Merctuios hatred for each other , very passionately
ride or die like Romeo & Benvolio
trying to hold each other down
sacrificing lives for on another
but just like the poison Romeo drank
you were poison to me
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
At school, poetry was anything but cool
Reading Shakespeare, Dickinson, Austin and Hughes
Writing essays on the Capulets and Montagues
Every time that subject came up my brain went on snooze
Call it what you want, the ignorance of youth
Like maybe my young mind was too uncouth
It just didn’t feel like they were speaking the truth
***** waggle dagger’s just too long in the tooth
Although one day we done some knowledge on Poe
Some lines that man wrote made my interest grow
It wasn’t what he said it’s how he said it
He didn’t even say anything to me, it’s how I read it
It made me wanna write down my feelings
It felt healing, exorcising all my demons
As I wrote I could feel all the heaviness leaving
Giving my brain a spring cleaning
It’s very therapeutic to take an experience
Wrap it neatly in a metaphor for convenience
That’s one of many reasons I love the bard’s art
A bird tapping a man’s window was the start
Ever since then poetry’s been knocking
At my chamber door but this is no Lenore
Poetry shall lift my soul forever more
Forever more
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
“No regrets.”
Isn’t that what the greats' vision implied before they gave everything?
The more important matter; did the dream stay through the battle-
Or did their lives end in wishes for a time machine?
“All You Need Is Love.”
Did the Beatles really mean that?
Or did they mean
“All You Need Is Drugs.”
“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”
Is that truth?
Or is the reality in the bigger picture?
Romeo and Juliet weren’t honestly star-crossed lovers.
They were name-crossed lovers.
Montagues and Capulets don’t mix.
Or…do they?
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
Times like this I'm not sure of what to write about
Do I write about happiness that I will one day find
Or do I write about sadness, my current state of mind
Lost in a war between the Ups and the Downs
Romeo and Juliet, Montagues and Capulets
Some one save me from this confusion
Tell me that it will be all right
Tell me that the Ups will end this never ending battle of emotions that constantly rule my day
I don't want to be here, not like this
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Oh, You are such a one
as You can only meet in a thousand lifetimes
such a one who gave birth
to an ancient war
upon Troy's legendary shore
or the one of who the bard wrote
that enslaved the heart
of the Montagues' fairest flower
Oh, You are as close to Me
as the very breath I take
Oh, I can feel Your heart
beating in My chest
two hearts beating as one
to a single rhythm
as each to each by love do entrance
Oh, our lives are as two rivers
as they meet and flow into one
Oh, I throw all care far away
and caution to the four winds
Oh, let the wild savage wind
carry it where it may
though My inner eye were opened
and I could plainly see
in days to come
as I climbed a gallows
as high as an endless sky
to My certain doom
Oh, I could neither turn left nor right
in My hapless life's plight
by the breath of a hair
though it forever stilled My heart
if by that I knew
from Me You would be forever lost
Oh, You are the one
for which My poor heart beats
for without You
it would beat only in vain
as though it were
some soulless mechanical thing
though I were to pass
ten thousand years
in the same mortal coil
I would never find
one who has your face and arms
arms to hold me
so tightly in your soft embrace
that says in unspoken words
Oh, I love You...I love You... I love You!
forever and evermore
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
The tragic misfortunes of the victims of hate
Could not control their haunted fate.
Romeo and Juliet bound in chains of doom
sprung from a fountain of a toxic fued.
Fiery tybalt and his sword of gold revived a battle that remains to be told.
Romeo in anger and full of love killed the boy and a riot set off .
Now the hate grew ever more and more and soon enough the families where at war !
Which to end a tale in death and tears for these ancient families it was never clear.
That there love made love turn into hate.
Now four lay dead in a tomb,
from the battles of the caplets and the montagues !
And never was there a story of more woe than this of juliet and her romeo.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC
I misplaced a haven that infatuated me
it melted as the thermometer throbbed
that exceptional part in the museum,
that envious balcony where we fawned
over its edge
do you see them? the shelves hold every colour
do you long for it? it's an intrinsic desire, yes, it is
it was the nirvana, the nirvana of time and its
enemies that you've just seen buried in books
return to it, return to it, you must
I'm done with tragedies, I'm done with the Montagues
see the crowd, crowd your thoughts
thrive on what you must
in the poetics of distance, it's never free
we won't sense the gaps until
some of our selves fall through
-c.j.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC