"unfaithfulness" poems
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ********** spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.
-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
You strip and scream in the pillow of your king size bed.
Something about life being too hard
or your girlfriend's unfaithfulness.
Somoene's outside your door
or maybe under the tree.
They know what their future is
and their prospects are bleak.
'I don't want to eat because I am so depressed. '
Well, how about handing over that food to someone who has been going hungry to bed.
You are never thankful for what you have.
Let's solve this without any animosity
We all have days which are bad.
I have seen the citylights
I have seen the people cringe with the pain
You and I know that this system is to be blamed.
It's time that the government has shown their true face.
Those schemes are probably gonna fail.
Unclean water, improper waste disposal
it's time we return back to our own morals.
I don't mean to be abrasive
but it's time we face it.
The rich are getting richer
watching poor men die
You get the picture
Divided by an imaginary line.
Some charities are a scam
'*Please help us fund the education of the kids affected by the floods.
We have no proof where the money goes.
Our logic is ****** '
Traffic lights changing colours
Wait? Did someone break that one again?
That's a ******
No one knows where they are going
as long as the cash is flowing
So many around the world starve to death
'What the hell did you put in this lasagna? A rotten egg?'
Your emotional security us important
and so is your money.
You can enjoy as many luxuries
but remember to think of the less fortunate.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
this is a typical story
you see this amazingly cute guy and you like him
and you fell for him
like the blossom
from the cherry trees
he finally notices you and you're now together
it wasnt a normal boy
this one had the sunset in his eyes and you loved it
but little red flags popped up right away
and you saw it but failed to understand
internalize and do something about it
you didnt want to believe it
but now its all over cause there was someone else
i guess you were the side chick
how unwise of you to think you were the only flower in his garden
but oh baby he was digging up other roots
nobody can escape the prison of unfaithfulness
but infatuation never hurt so much
betrayal and deception is what he gave you
and it's dwelling in your heart
spreading faster than an epidemic
you wished you had saved yourself from the pain
but truth is we cant always be saved
sometimes we need to be in pain to know what makes us happy
so basically this is a ten word story:
you thought you mattered but you dont so move on
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
I am the young girl running around the house,
looking for the pony,
on Christmas morning,
while the ship is slowly sinking,
in a manure flavored sea.
I am the armless tennis player that
is convinced he will defeat Roger
in less than an hour,
using just one ball, over and over again.
I am Roy Wright at the beginning of the trial,
with a big stupid smile in my pocket,
and a tinny black book in my soul.
I am the faithful survivor of unfaithfulness
and I will be the one that lands on his feet,
in Scottsboro heaven.
I am Bartolomeo V, the one with no vendetta,
having a croissant,
waiting for Nicola to shave, before we take off in one of
Rothko's paintings. May the 5th be
with the ones who actually did it.. and, you know what?
I honestly think Cronaca Sovversiva is a great title,
even though I haven't read the ******
thing and I have no sympathy,
whatsoever, for any anarchist.
Hell! It's hard for me getting my **** together in complete order. I don't want to think what would become of me
in complete anarchy.
I am the one that wakes up every day
with a stupid smile under his nose,
not remembering the scent of yesterday's failure.
The one that starts dreaming as soon as he gets up,
ignoring the fact that he might be an ignorant
*****
with no desire to go to outer space,
but with huge hopes up his sleeve for
M. Damon and his agricultural knowledge.
I am in favor of all fancy schmancy Earth saving knowledge,
and I am aware that all that space debris in my head
will do some serious damage one day.
If they ever figure out how to get it all in.
I am the tic, that will come after the tac-toe, this time, and not the other way around!
the encore of every good concert,
the yin for the panda ****
the slim leg for the flamingo,
the gambler,
the rambler,
the day rider.
I am the Syrian boy that just learned to swim and
all of this infinite blue soup
is nothing more than a Saturday stroll.
I will get in the back of that truck and I will breathe
the purest air that someone could ever breathe,
I will sleep the sleep of reason and monsters will not be produced.
You have my word!
I am the skin before the needle shoots up
all its ink.
I will be perky. I will be green.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
I thought till yesterday,
She was true anyhow,
Even as she ditched me.
But now a ****** name is here,
The Catalyst,
She was cheating me.
In search of the greater good,
She dumped me back then,
But she got back what she gave.
"The Catalyst",
Chose someone else,
Someone better looking.
She is never satisfied with herself,
Always looking for more beauty,
Physical beauty is what she sought.
And look at the comedy of life,
Sharvish sought the same,
He found someone more beautiful.
She was served rightly,
For her unfaithfulness,
For ditching true love for fakeness.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
dipping his appendage
into a place of unfaithfulness
ended their relationship
in glacial coldness
the wife
couldn't bear
the disloyalty
and the pain
that her husband
wrought upon her heart
all the while
he was playing a cruel game
telling his wife
that he loved her
his words of love
were but a unfeeling
lot of pretentiousness
his mind and appendage
were as one
he just had to have
the strumpet
who caused his marriage
to come undone
the wife is always the victim
she pays a high cost
for her husband's duplicity
in fooling around
with a brazen *****
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
You know those films on movies where they flip the table
Throw things around and scream obscenities at everyone
Well this is exactly what I would do,if my life was a movie
Instead I the prey sit here hiding all the anger trapped inside
Instead I the prey take a walk stay silent taming it all in
Instead I the prey fall prey every time to the predators bait
You know that feeling you get when you are disgusted by yourself
Trying to conjure up where everything went wrong?
How you can change things?
What to do not to repeat the same mistake?
When you finally think I got this,you repeat the same thing
Only to get things actually have gotten worse
Well that feeling of disgust is not funny
You know that feeling you get when realize how naive you've been
When you realize all the anger that you have is because:
You just couldn't let go
You held onto your ideas so strongly,you couldn't see the others
You loved someone to much but didn't love an ounce of yourself
You listened to all the negative people
You felt all the negative energy and let it consume you
Yeah well I can tell you how pathetic and joyful realizing that will make you feel
I put you on top
So far up there
When I need you the most
When I come to collect my fingers caught ***** first,
Then I stretched a little further and got hate
I stretched a little further and got unfaithfulness
I stretched and got pain so much pain and anger
When I almost gave up I got me back with a sprinkle of wisdom
So I'll give you this I love you always will
Even though you shattered me
Though I love you more because you dear
Returned me back with a sprinkle of wisdom
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 6:36 AM UTC
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*To feel things as deeply and as multi-layered as you do-- instantly and all-together, at once.. is to live a life that is far too often right on the edge of temptation, right on the edge of falling. The Art of holding on to who it is that you are, is to never betray that beautiful Self of yours.. whether in word, or deed.. at any given time. Ok it is to f e e l things as deeply as your luscious body and spirit so fully can, but as you already so clearly know.. certain "acting on's" can create such havoc within and to the things (people) you find important.
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That being said, a form of self-betrayal also is to deny yourself the beautiful Gift of fully feeling at all.. in order to help keep a peace that will forever come at the cost of who you truly (fully, within yourself) are.. even if it were to be acted out all alone on the edge of your bed.. or even against the back of a couch. In the world of Magic and Deep Deep, Beautiful Feeling, there is always a place for the win-win within you, and also within the world that you currently live in, over there.
You are an artist. An artist F E E L S.
The Universe will always, always help you find a way.
Always. xox
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You are far too strong and stubborn to ever fully give up. That, I know. There is also a 'weakness' within you that hinges around the word "Vulnerability" when the Beautiful world of Magic overwhelms and then truly overtakes you. Your spirit's receptors are far too deeply intertwined into the gorgeous molecules of that lusciously-Responding body of yours. That makes your Path (your "Portion") that much more difficult to endure. There is a tremendous aloneness (loneliness) in living a life that has to so often be subdued, solely due to the consequences within others that truly do not understand. What you need most of all.. is simply to be Understood.. yes, Kid.. within all of that seemingly tremendous complexity of feelings and experiences.. your brilliant complexity of mind.. and the succulence of body that so gorgeously feels.. Everything.
It is not a "Curse", young Love.
It is a beautiful, beautiful Blessing.
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Surround yourself (if you can) with those who understand (because they struggle within the "Deeply Feeling" world as much as you). It is in no way an act of unfaithfulness (in any way whatsoever) to fully feel. Finding for yourself the most beautiful of Releases within those Moments of deep feeling is the beginning of your way 'out'.. and (so very lusciously), the way through. You are so very worth your own fighting for.. in order to hold on to every single part of who it is that you are.
Every single beautiful part
(and those within you that you currently "think" are not beautiful)*
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Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 8:29 PM UTC
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To whom (you) it may (does) concern:
*There is nothing Unfaithful whatsoever
about saving your own life.*
--it is me who is immersed in unfaithfulness.
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Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 2:38 PM UTC
72 years. Thats how long true love lasts. Well I like to think it lasts longer. I don’t know that for sure yet but I’d like to some day. Together since age fourteen and sixteen, I think thats pretty impressive. A different time. Which ***** because so much of ‘love’ nowadays revolves around lust. Which is more physical than emotional. So then I wonder how can they throw the word love around, whilst throwing themselves around. Oh the irony
Well I thought I loved someone once. Eight months, with probably triple that amount in fights. Though we fought it came easy to us. I guess thats more than I can say then the couples that were around us. But it was too hard. Hearing what he really thought about me. Not good enough. Too far away. Like I was so object only to be attained, to be shown off. Like a prize. Well I stopped being that object the same day he decided he didn’t love me
That’s what also ***** about this generation. There isn’t just a relationship or single there is: Talking, talking talking, flirt texting, couple dates talking, occasionally hook up talking, got drunk that one time at a party and now things are awkward talking. Then there’s: Having a thing, kind of together, pretty much together but not official, pretty much together but not Facebook official, together, and too many more.
We can’t go two seconds with out Facebook stalking, texting, IMing, calling, or being together without fights, or assumptions about unfaithfulness. People are treated as objects and love it because someone, somewhere is paying attention to them and making them feel special. Generation X. Who can’t stop worrying about all their ex’s. More like generation disappointment.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
She was the most loyal lover,
I realize it now.
She stayed the longest ever,
I feel so lucky.
She did flay away never,
I felt so proud.
But all her love was fake,
I find it so weak.
Maybe I am the reason,
I caused her unfaithfulness.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
Like bay tree
The tree of His faithfulness
Spreading glory in glory
Oh what a mystery tree
Is Your faithfulness
Flourishing in all season
Your faithfulness is eternal
Roaring in all season
Devouring all unfaithfulness
Earth may come to an end
Heaven may be no more
Your faithfulness abides forever
The night may be fierily dark
Devouring the unborn day
Your faithfulness is sure to win
Let the earth rejoice
Let heaven rejoice
His faithfulness is eternally victorious.
Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 12:46 AM UTC
I can taste the unfaithfulness on your lips.
Your sensuous nibbles do naught but solidify my fears.
You’re a liar and a heartbreaker
But right now, you’re all I have
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Oh, my fair lady,
I think you must know,
The path you will take,
will cause you much woe.
Oh, my fair lady,
don't go with him,
maybe just maybe,
he still loves her within.
Oh, my fair lady,
he did not see your worth,
he will come back,
as you were his first.
Oh, my fair lady,
beware of a man,
you may be so lonely,
confide in your friends.
Oh, my fair lady,
he may be the one,
he's taken you places,
you've never gone.
Oh, my fair lady,
prophecy fulfilled,
he confessed his feelings,
are you so weak-willed?
Oh, my fair lady,
you feel betrayed,
this is how stories,
of unfaithfulness are made.
Oh, my fair lady,
he offers his help,
maybe you love him,
the feelings you felt.
Oh, my fair lady,
he's lead you astray,
seems like this time,
he came to stay.
Oh, my fair lady,
angel of his thoughts,
I pray he won't hurt you,
hope you have a plan,
one that's well thought.
Oh, my fair lady,
I think he loves you more,
you both are not the same,
as who you were before.
Thank you, my love,
I wish you were mine,
my heart longs for you,
alas, there's no time.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 6:31 AM UTC
Take my heart
Veins cut
From unloyalty
Unfaithfulness
And injustice
Shattered by
This cruel world
But still beats
Your name
Hoping yours
Does the same
Wishing it could
Be yours
Forever.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
You accuse me of unfaithfulness,
I was at least as faithful as God,
That's when I don't exaggerate.
You can not describe yourself,
I know what you've been like,
That's what's called unfaithful.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 4:24 AM UTC
I wanna start by asking a question,
How many of you feel love struck and heart lost,
I speak in a manner which breaks the normal bounds of formal poetry,
.
.
.
I sit at the kitchen table on Facebook,
The hands on the clock approach midnight,
For the last two days I have pondered a question my friend asked me,
It was stuck in my mind,
The cells of my mental prison,
Awaken,
They fire off thoughts, ideas, concepts, and questions to answer this question,
The echo they create is similar to that of a prison,
This question was solved for my friend but had a much deeper meaning to me,
Now when asked "Will you wait for me?",
What exactly does that mean,
In my case it means so much,
Now out of all these echoes,
One small one stuck out,
A whisper,
Repeating,
And repeating,
And repeating,
Like a broken record,
The idea that I must remove myself,
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.
.
The appearance of unfaithfulness is stronger,
Than the thought, concept, or action,
Over the last five years,
I have fallen in love with my best friend,
She knows exactly how I feel and,
She admits that there is something,
Something,
Between us,
She admits although she has feelings for him,
She cannot help but second guess herself,
Over the last five years though,
I have given her reason not to,
I have given the appearance of unfaithfulness,
But...that stops now,
I have realized that "Will you wait for me?"
In my case really means "I will be with you but not until I know you won't hurt me."
.
.
.
I promise that I would never hurt her,
But I have broken that promise more than anyone,
Yet although she has 1001 reasons to leave she doesn't,
It is from this that I reason that neither of us wants to leave,
The thought of life without her is deadly,
It would take a genocide of heart,
Or a suicide of mind,
To make me leave,
Because this is where you left me,
This is where you will find me,
At the crossroads of what could be,
And the downfall of me.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Will it weigh on your mind,
will it weigh on mine,
what happens when unfaithfulness goes unpunished,
it happens when you love from a distance,
couple that with time,
do feelings remain?
probably will fade,
you'll love another,
forget about me,
don't lie,
I've seen it happen,
multiple times.
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 11:37 AM UTC
Standing on the coast of the oceans
Enjoying the breeze yet lonely
Young Joseph, pushed into the pit of single self
An ochestration of fear
The fear of betrayal and unfaithfulness
Wait did I
Call did I
Calling out for a help out there
Calling out with the voice of afability
Then I saw a light flashed in the pit
Searchlight it seemed and that was it
It was your love
Exactly what I need
Reminiscing the night you took my number
It was satisfaction that suddenly killed my hunger
I'll keep it a memory lasting much longer
You gave me a clothe of friendship in the cold wearther of loneliness
Oh my God am rescued
The days of loneliness seemed like of yore
Your smile like the rising sun brought a whole differnt light of mood
The joy of your presence is of beggars belief
While your absence like a broken bridge on the highway
My goals seem very very far then
But with your intelligence they seem like at an arm's length
Your voice, a courage to my down soul
And your assurance, the fuel to my weak bold
Accomplished dreams I see with you
And the awareness of your love keeps me going in the days of trouble
Your sadness like a dark cloud covers my joy
And your sorrow penetrates my tough soul
It wounds it
That saddens me
It makes me feel restless and helpless
For this, I will always make you happy
No matter what
Do remember
The relation is only a ship
The ship may sink before we get to the coast
But the love will always stay afloat
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 10:31 AM UTC
How come
The heart-wrenching
And the unexpected
Widow's grief
Turned-brief?
The lady in black
Soon defying
Funeral decorum
Put on pink clothes
Decency that lack
Simply to attack
A deceased
Cheating husband
Whose unfaithfulness
Kept in the dark
Soon after funeral
Became stark!
Aghast adultery
Triggers
He'll knows no fury.
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC
Lies, lies and lies again
From “No I swear, that wasn’t me” to you saying “She’s just a friend”
Your stupid story telling now begins
In my own eyes, your unfaithfulness I can no longer defend
From “No I swear, that wasn’t me” to you saying “She’s just a friend”
I find myself contemplating your game
In my own eyes, your unfaithfulness I can no longer defend
To love you again, I’d fall greatly to shame
I find myself contemplating your game
From mine to yours, words become babble
To love you again, I’d fall greatly to shame
In denial, leaves a sleepless night filled with rebuttal
From mine to yours, words become babble
An endless love, I refuse to begin
In denial, leaves a sleepless night filled with rebuttal
Lies, lies and lies again.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Please forgive me,
If I hurt you,
I did not mean to hurt you so,
Please forgive me for
betraying you, I did not mean to do so,
Please forgive me for my lack of unfaithfulness,
I never meant to hurt you so,
Please forgive me for taking you
off life support,
I hurt me more than you will ever know,
It was the hardest thing I had to do,
when I had to let you go.
I love you Frank.
Jan 15, 2012
Jan 15, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
But some days,
some days I'm afraid to kiss you.
I swear one day I'll find her tongue in your mouth
then I'll feel that pain when you know what they don't think you know
and I'll pull away.
My hand will form a fist before I can think and
I'll be bound to seek her out
I'll swear to take a stake to her,
somebody stop this ***** she's taking my man.
But, Lord, its only a ride to school
Shut the **** up Liz its his choice
but why
why didn't he tell me
why didn't he bother to mention that this
****
is sitting in the seat you held me in
is taking my place
and now
now
this is tearing my brain apart
I swore I wouldn't be the jealous girlfriend
We promised to give space and freedoms that were missed in the past
while my brain screamed
NO
no
Stop
I don't want to hear your excuses and your lies you know what you did with her last night
She's slept with sixteen men stop and think for a second don't you want peace when you're dead?
Apparently.
apparently not.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
Is your lover's love not enough?
what if I tell you
I found a beautiful Love
What if I tell you
that this Love is unconditional.
I believe you know this,
but ignore it like dust in the wind.
This Love knows your weaknesses
and forget its own happiness
This Love experienced the greatest pain,
willing to carry your miseries and shame.
Betrayal, curse, unfaithfulness, rejection
This Love is great, but no one paid attention.
This Love watches your every steps,
in failure and in success.
Its forgiveness is above the heaven
This Love is surely God-given!
This Love saved me from hell,
Though I denied it many times.
Oh, how beautiful This Love's hands
That took me from pit of Satan.
I want everyone to know this Love
No regrets.
Full of joy, hope and peace.
I pray that this words touch your heart
I pray that this Love will be your life.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
your last feeling sweet and sour,
stealing the hour by that sneaky little ******
safe in a wolves madness,
a clown to the left,
a fast food worker to the right,
an anecdote to laughter,
insane but sand to the happy ever after
and burned by unfaithfulness that portrays an actor,
hi ** to the world that you sometimes lose yourself
and a warm know it all grin, butter, bitter you know so little,
a handshake brittle and damp to the paradox ***** of a beauty
confused and uptight.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC