Love poems...?

Question

any one got any you broke my heart poems, i love you but u dont know it poems, y did u leave poems or just simply any love poems???

it dont matter if its famous or not i just really need to hear those kind of poems...

Answer 1

.I've had a vision...
A view …
Only allowed through lamps and stars
...what they call...dreams
but I call them what if's...
what if this were real
what if I could have this in my life?
what if it weren't...just a dream...?

but in the end, I know the truth...
because if a love had to be dreamed...
...then it can only exist in one.
for I had a blurred vision of this
dreamed love that can only be sparked...
from thousands upon thousands of lightning strikes
hitting a single atom simultaneously
causing it to wildly burn...
hotter than the cores of all the stars in the universe
...to quake...
heavier than an enormous clash of all the tectonic plates on the Earth

In my vision...
I cried tears of molten steel
for the love I acknowledged...
...so sweet...
like tasting sun kissed honey for the first time on a summer morning
...after years upon years of cold winters… only consuming stale bread
...so deep...
descends further than the ocean floor of the Atlantic
...so impossible...
I can't help but have hope...

but I knew it didn't exist

even in the middle of my vision...
my wild fire of a heart fell...
into the deep canyons of doubt...
as my tears flowed over it
to burn out into reality
and become a thick heavy shell of steel once again

... so terrible

... so malicious
.
.. brutal and cold
... for our creator whom given us this...

...this cursed gift...

but I hold on to that small, thin string
...called hope
even with the heavy steel weighing me down
even inside the large dark crater of reality
I look up into the infinite blue
and smile at a clouded thought...

a thought called maybe.

Answer 2

The difficulty of being a young poet is not only or even mainly the problem of being an inexperienced line or image or metaphor maker, for these are problems a devotion to the tradition can fix. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, the problem with the young poet is that she’s an inexperienced feeler. So she makes all kinds of mistakes with people. Mostly herself. I have indeed written the most hackneyed and hideous love poems imaginable. Abstract, yes, and if not full of purple flowers, full of something bad, anyway somebody kneeling in front of somebody else holding some kind of ridiculous object! I think the most important thing any poet or writer can do to improve his or her odds of writing a good poem of any type is to learn continuously how to pay attention. Poetry is not about how we feel, of course.

Answer 3

Hey Buddy! Hugs to you:
Here is THE BEST place to vent and share after a bad breakup, no matter what state of grief you are left feeling:
http://groups.msn.com/BreakUpSurvival

Here is one breakup song a friend of mine wrote
(c) Daron Douglas 2005
"Bitter End"
I've heard it said a million times
When it rains it pours
A simple turn of phrase
Never meant so much before

Without you I feel as though
I have lost my only friend
Times like these I have to wonder
Do I ever smile again
Have I stumbled on a new beginning
Or just another bitter end

You say you're gonna miss me
We both know you probably won't
There's things you love about me
But there's a lot of things you don't

Dignity has never
Been my strong suit anyway
Spent a lifetime on my knees
But I can't bring myself to pray
Always have the best intentions
But then my pride gets in the way

For what it's worth
You were never far from mind
When you weren't there beside
You're always there to hide behind
Now I wonder if I'll ever
Find the strength to start again

Have I stumbled on a new beginning
Or just another bitter end
Is this song a new beginning
Or just another bitter end
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Comforting words from Kahlil Gibran and The Prophet

"Pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding."

On Marriage:
"You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow."

THE PROPHET
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Here are some words I wrote,
posted all over my website:
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If you have to break my heart,
Spare me not the hurt.
Shatter it to pieces
I can share with all the world.
To love you once alone is worth
All the lives I've walked this earth.
The greatest love - a quiet trust -
Without a word, is understood.
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There's a sweet sad innocence
that draws me to your Soul.
It makes me want to hold you close
before I let you go.
When you're lost alone in thoughts,
in prayer without words,
I long to kiss you gently and
Erase away the hurts.
How sad you have forgotten me -
I loved you long ago.
The memory of that tragedy
is not for you to know.
You're written in my heart so deep,
the sacred angels grieve for me.
All I do now bears a touch of
Mercy in the hands of love,
reminding me that finding you
was planned by God above.
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I want to be anonymous as the air you breathe,
The mermaid dancing for her Prince, on her tender feet.
The ocean calls; before I leave and blend into the sea,
I want to give you one last kiss, in mem'ry of forsaken bliss,
My teardrops on your cheek, your lips.
I'd give my place among the saints to fill your smallest need
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Standing by a waterfall, beneath the Sistine Chapel,
We sank beneath the apple tree, right before the Fall.
Somehow through the centuries, our love was lost forever.
Where are all the memories that you don't recall?
The Sonnets of Elizabeth spoke of love beyond death,
But time has turned the page as if we never loved at all.
We're written in the Bible, painted on the Taj Mahal;
Our names are carved in Africa, and on the Berlin Wall.
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-- Emily Nghiem, Houston Progressive . Org

And one silly "wrawng country song"
Can't help it, hope this cheers you up!

“Don’t Send Me to Hail”

One smile and I fe-ee-el ditzy
Yer bad jokes make me roar
One look inteww yer eyes of blew
Ma halo hits the floor!
One touch and I’m just crazy
Cain’t be in the same room
God must hate me bad to make me
Fall in luuuv with yew (yahoo!)

He wants to send me to hail
Burnin’ up with lust
Friiied like a chicken with a crispy ol’ crust
He wants to mash in my brains
Serve ‘em up on the side
Just to sell me to the devil
For a buck ninety-five (oh my!)

Each time I pra-a-ay to Jesus
To rid my heart of sin
He empties me, soon as I’m free
You somehow sneak back in!
I must have really bad karma
And, honey, it ain’t through
Somethin’ about ya makes ma little heart shout:
Good Lord! What did I do? (to you!)

To make you send me to hail
Burnin’ for certain feller
Friiied like a sunny-sad egg
All white n yeller
Boy, you scramble my brains
Serve ‘em up on the side
Just to sell me to the devil
At a dollar ninety-five (oh my!)

Now why would God ma-a-ke me suffer
For your Northern boyish charms
You know I’d give ma place
Among the Catholic saints
Fer one night in yer arms
One kiss and I’m i-i-in heaven
That’s where I’d ruther be
Laughin’ it up, with the angels above,
If yew fell in love with me (yippee!)

Instead I’m going to hail
Burnin’ hot for yer lovin’
Baked like a turkey
Sittin’ nekkid in the oven
Boy, you tear out my guts
Then you stuff ‘em back inside
I’m sausage for the devil
At a dollar ninety-five
Don’t send me to hail
Burnin’ up with lust
Friied like a chicken with a crispy ol’ crust
Don’t scramble my brains
Serve me up on the side
Just to sell me to the devil
For a buck ninety-five (oh my!)

One smile and I fe-ee-el ditzy
Yer bad jokes make me roar
One look inteww yer eyes of blew
Ma halo hits the floor!
One touch and I’m just crazy
Cain’t be in the same room
God must hate me bad to make me
Fall in luuuv with yew (yahoo!)
God must hate me bad to make me
Fall in luuuv with yew (yahoo!)