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"unrequieted" poems
Not in voice? If I want to know if he really loves me so   in his kiss there's fire, nowhere else I can know. I felt this flame in one love I find it again! Because it's right because I own this fire and my lover owns same No it's never too soon or too late for true love to meet half way masked The Kiss! Anxient fire ages asleep awakens díer twin flames unrequieted. Memory ignition the key We long to see that face, we die to hear that voice our beloved breaths on. Our grail lost found so many times before so many lifetimes on and on twin soul ancient divine the cosmic law of attraction pairs up beings knowing what we cannot unravel we ask to see to marvel as life times we struggle. May we meet to tangle. Let's not live of trinkets dreams and memories alone, sharks we are no liquor can makes us a sharks meal. Why become ramora! We're rascals Rhett and his Scarlet renewed. This world will never own us, let's own it we are the authors of our own life and destiny We know, we intuit we are loved cherished in ways so deep no words exist to describe our joy and happiness the battomless loss abyss free us in courage. what we ask to see lifetimes before is now reveled and revered. ~~~~ Oh the silky breath my Angel once withdrawn in sadness my love returns priceless. Softly as rose petals tikling memory chip's lock snapping the long gap banished. ~~~ By:Karijinbba.
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Sep 8, 2021
Sep 8, 2021 at 8:23 PM UTC
Forever my darling
A repost: A Roman poem written before The birth of Christ, inspired the title Gone With The wind with Scarlett and Rhett Butler But here you see only old confessions of a man's true love for his beloved who is all gone -Or- (Or a woman's true love for her beloved runner wishing she could have chased.) ~~~ CYNAR*A. ~~~~~ Last night yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! Thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,   Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,   When I awoke and found the dawn was grey: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,   Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! The night is thine; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,   Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. ~~~~~~~ By:Ernest Dowson For:RhettlvScarlet. to honor Karijinbba in her great loss and healing of her memory chip. ~~~~~~ Copy Rights. ~~~~ Ernest Dowson (1867-1900) died of alcoholism at the age of 32. His downward spiral began at age 23 when he fell for an 11 year old girl who would spurn him at 14 when he proposed marriage. The following year, in 1894 his father died from an overdose. Dowson's mother hanged herself within a year of her husband's death. Soon after this dual tragedy Dowson left for France before returning back to England in 1897. Curiously he lived with the family of his unrequited love. Penniless, heartbroken and filling the empty voids in his life with alcohol, Dowson would spend the last six weeks of his life in the cottage of the Oscar Wilde biographer Robert Sherard who had found him drunk in a bar. Speaking of Oscar Wilde, he wrote after Dowson's death of a,"Poor wounded wonderful fellow that he was, a tragic reproduction of all tragic poetry, like a symbol, or a scene. I hope bay leaves will be laid on his tomb and rue and myrtle too for he knew what true love unrequieted love was." ~~~~~
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Cynara
A repost: A Roman poem written before The birth of Christ, inspired the title Gone With The wind with Scarlett and Rhett Butler But here you see only old confessions of a man's true love for his beloved who is all gone -Or- (Or a woman's true love for her beloved runner wishing she could have chased.) ~~~ CYNAR*A. ~~~~~ Last night yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! Thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,   Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,   When I awoke and found the dawn was grey: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. I have forgot much, Cynara! Gone with the wind, Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng, Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,   Yea, all the time, because the dance was long: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. I cried for madder music and for stronger wine, But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire, Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! The night is thine; And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,   Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. ~~~~~~~ By:Ernest Dowson For:RhettlvScarlet. to honor Karijinbba in her great loss and healing of her memory chip. ~~~~~~ Copy Rights. ~~~~ Ernest Dowson (1867-1900) died of alcoholism at the age of 32. His downward spiral began at age 23 when he fell for an 11 year old girl who would spurn him at 14 when he proposed marriage. The following year, in 1894 his father died from an overdose. Dowson's mother hanged herself within a year of her husband's death. Soon after this dual tragedy Dowson left for France before returning back to England in 1897. Curiously he lived with the family of his unrequited love. Penniless, heartbroken and filling the empty voids in his life with alcohol, Dowson would spend the last six weeks of his life in the cottage of the Oscar Wilde biographer Robert Sherard who had found him drunk in a bar. Speaking of Oscar Wilde, he wrote after Dowson's death of a,"Poor wounded wonderful fellow that he was, a tragic reproduction of all tragic poetry, like a symbol, or a scene. I hope bay leaves will be laid on his tomb and rue and myrtle too for he knew what true love unrequieted love was." ~~~~~
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*Creativity has its own life Longing to be free It's something I must do Though you may never see Do these words mean I'm crazy? It may be that I am I just let my feelings show But control myself, I can You moved into another place Between casual and intense It begs for some attention I'm just trying to make some sense How should I act around you? What am I allowed to say? Our lovers would not understand And assume we will wander away I want to be close to you We have a connection But life says no for us So I must accept its rejection I want to know you It's clear for you to see You can be my friend Are you thinking of me? Maybe I'm being presumptious Something I need to be told Are you just being polite? Am I being too bold? I've thought more than this It's hidden from your view I want to tell you what I think But can I trust you? I can be your confidant Your secret's safe with me You'll never have to wonder If I'll reveal for all to see My age a curse Yet equally a blessing I may be too old for you But I'll never keep you guessing I give everything I have Yet never lose control I am not unemotional I let my feelings roll I know who I am And sadness is part of life I can live within it I will remove the knife It's because I believe in me Regardless of who says what I am very strong inside No matter how deep the cut But your beauty cannot be ignored Even though that is what's required My fantasy world, unrequieted but alive Focuses on you, something to be admired It may be you are appalled You didn't ask for this You have chosen your path And wish to follow your bliss Confusing as it can be It's obviously the wrong time It doesn't help your life in any way I'll never say you're mine True as this may be I still think you're great But I will leave you alone And accept my life's fate In a different world we can thrive Seeing through our mind's eye It doesn't have to be about the flesh We will never have to lie It may be that close friendship Spiced with coy flirtations Is all that we will ever have No matter our inner sensations It is ok for you to know That I think you are so attractive I will continue on with my life And not be so reactive But if you need to confide And tell me what you think I will gladly lend an ear From the cup of honesty we will drink Do not be afraid of closeness Outside of your spoken vows You can reveal yourself to others It can be managed with what life allows But it's back to the reality Of what it all means I'll go back to my world And see you in my dreams*
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Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
Forbidden Love
*Creativity has its own life Longing to be free It's something I must do Though you may never see Do these words mean I'm crazy? It may be that I am I just let my feelings show But control myself, I can You moved into another place Between casual and intense It begs for some attention I'm just trying to make some sense How should I act around you? What am I allowed to say? Our lovers would not understand And assume we will wander away I want to be close to you We have a connection But life says no for us So I must accept its rejection I want to know you It's clear for you to see You can be my friend Are you thinking of me? Maybe I'm being presumptious Something I need to be told Are you just being polite? Am I being too bold? I've thought more than this It's hidden from your view I want to tell you what I think But can I trust you? I can be your confidant Your secret's safe with me You'll never have to wonder If I'll reveal for all to see My age a curse Yet equally a blessing I may be too old for you But I'll never keep you guessing I give everything I have Yet never lose control I am not unemotional I let my feelings roll I know who I am And sadness is part of life I can live within it I will remove the knife It's because I believe in me Regardless of who says what I am very strong inside No matter how deep the cut But your beauty cannot be ignored Even though that is what's required My fantasy world, unrequieted but alive Focuses on you, something to be admired It may be you are appalled You didn't ask for this You have chosen your path And wish to follow your bliss Confusing as it can be It's obviously the wrong time It doesn't help your life in any way I'll never say you're mine True as this may be I still think you're great But I will leave you alone And accept my life's fate In a different world we can thrive Seeing through our mind's eye It doesn't have to be about the flesh We will never have to lie It may be that close friendship Spiced with coy flirtations Is all that we will ever have No matter our inner sensations It is ok for you to know That I think you are so attractive I will continue on with my life And not be so reactive But if you need to confide And tell me what you think I will gladly lend an ear From the cup of honesty we will drink Do not be afraid of closeness Outside of your spoken vows You can reveal yourself to others It can be managed with what life allows But it's back to the reality Of what it all means I'll go back to my world And see you in my dreams*
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i kiss, the nape of your neck, while you still sleep and inhale you. spearmint, sandlewood and citrus combined with clean sweat. you stir and roll over, you are healthy and in your prime. more than my heart stirs, more than your heart, responds. your lips, meet my skin for the first time, allover again. i am drawn... like moth to flame . i am before you, barely, contained, but your teasing, tendril,torching, tongue scatters me to richochet, without thought or sense. my lips seek the curve of your collar bone and neck as if to feast upon your soul. my hand behind your head holding, kneeding, that spot on the top tip of spine that makes you growl. our desires grow deep, our arousal complete, we move, to connect our hips in early morning, grinding, greeting, i quiver, as you, rampant, touch my lips... ....and our son begins to wail and sob. we break, with regret.... unrequieted. i go to see to him, you, to a cold shower. our day begins, with love and frustration. but then, there is always, the art of... delayed gratification.....
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
almost...
See the only love I have ever been in is Unrequited You didn’t need me Nor want me But I couldn’t get enough of you So I grabbed onto you like you were the last ticket out of this town And I never let go even though I knew All the trains had stopped running years ago And that you could never really save me. I still held on. I have never been in the kind of love where things are simple. I love you and you love me Is something I have never been a part of. So when I say I’m in love, Do not think I am happy. Do not think we share our secrets at four o’clock in the morning Or that he knows the exact shade of green of my eyes like I know the bruises on the back of his hand. Because this love is not like that. This love is not patient, nor is it kind. It is hard And I am hurting But there is no-one to kiss it better.
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Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 1:02 PM UTC
Unrequieted
And the memories came rushing and lead me back to that unforgettable day i told myself that i was going to stop loving him because he would never love me back anyway i promised myself to stop looking at him, even when every beautiful corner of his lips curved into that pretentious smirk and so i told myself to stop getting goosebumps around every little inch of my body, even the most secret places from his melodic laughter and it was the toughest thing i've ever done but being the hopeless romantic i am i thought that love was just something to forget and it wasn't before i saw you years later with that other girl i understood every love song i've ever heard about broken hearts and every poem i've read about unrequieted love and i realised that i never really stopped loving you
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Unrequited
It is my past that now speaks It is good enough that I love you I know how from afar I am strong enough not to have you I understand what you want And take no offense to your absence Though I dream of our nights together It is our lives that matter most And not our struggles together It is a destiny that only gathers time With no purpose other than our longing And that is how it must live on Until what must pass gives its consent
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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Unrequieted Love