We decided that after an awful lot of poems dedicated to this subject were submitted, that we ought to make an entire page of it... so here's
The Bad Poetry Page
Tribute to Lovers, Leavers, and Liars
(May be unsuitable for younger readers... aww... nothing to graphic, but just thought we'd warn ya...)
Metophorically Speaking
by Kelly
As if looking up at the night sky when lying backs on grass
together, was how I felt looking in his eyes.
The twinkle within them seemed to escape and it would be
captured in a “picture perfect” moment.
To gaze at, hold, and adore for the period of time the same
feeling engulfs my body wishing to be elongated always but,
denied always.
A dream in my mind in which it has happened but, I have only
seen this wonderous metophore in his eyes and tried to keep it.
Never truly enacting it!
Love once supposedly there has deteriorated to a new low.
Words of love and truth have no meaning.
Trust and forever seem to fade to black
as they are never used again.
Look at one and ask why?
The answer is there, just it is hidden under fear!
for twenty years?
So shy, so tentative,
Kiss me!
Not a dream, more than fantasy, Butrose
Real and here,
fast and present, Butrose
so like April in that he
is surprising at every turn.
Butros who looks at me
and smiles. Delight I find
in your blue eyes.
Next to you I feel five,
for the first time passion!
No more of the hollow, empty
aching of longing.
fire!
And I want this to be
so much more
than a love letter.
Adoration... part II
(name has been changed again.)
by Liarbyrd
Butrose,
I also agree,
I am falling
in love,
continually
Lover's Lament
My heart it breaks for those who cry
who shrivel up and seem to die
when Love has gone and left them cold
No matter if they have been told
The Love of theirs was not returned
Their hearts desire that left them burned
A cold and calculating eye
had given nothing but a lie
And so alone they now do sit
their hearts as empty as a pit
and when they hear their lover scorn
they wish that they had not been born
and then one day that's full of sun
They shoot their lover with a gun
My Summer's Passion
by Zemirah
Each night I await your return from the dark
You blanket my moistened body with your black brood
Fingers lightly carress my flushed body
Ripples of tingles ravage my soft
young, firm, supple, pink body
Ripples of tingles ravage me
Your hot breath inflames my passion
I feel your dark life through my hair and nose
between my breasts and thighs and toes
Recline and lay here beside my body
lay here and rest beside my flushed body
I am wet with your heat
My body blushes within your gazing inferno
Yet you close my eyes with your warm touch
Dance upon my lips with your warm touch
On my chest you sit,
How I love you so much!
Dance upon my lips... Dance upon my lips
I lay here in these crisp cotton sheets
Almost crunchy with freshness
But moistened with my body... dampened by my heat
Each night I await your return from the dark
My eyes close and a smile plays upon my full lips
You have come
So now I purr in peaceful satisfaction.
Who needs a man?
When one can sleep..... even better to dream
In my summer's passion.
Teen Angst a la Mode
by Liarbyrd
in the dead of Winter...
Is it a plot to spread cold and flu...
gushy sentiment and gushing, snotty noses...
To drown our sorrows in a box of
expensive, crappy chocolate...
and hide the weight gain under bulky sweaters...
Is it designed to make us feel miserable
because no one's given us a thorny, smelly flower
that doesn't bloom in winter to begin with...
Damn the florists!
Damn the confectionsits!
Damn that stupid little naked baby boy with the bow and arrow...
Who gave the child a toy like that anyway!
A Single’s Valentine
by Omouse
For those who don’t feel that little tingle
And who on Valentine’s are still single
Let me assure you that you’re not alone.
If you’re sick of watching those love birds twitter
With their thumping hearts all a’ flitter
And you wish this day was flown
If pink and white is not your scheme
And of true love you can only dream
Your Prince Charming is nowhere to be found
And you wish all men could go and drowned
Or find themselves a long piece of rope
I’ll give you this bit of hope
You’re not alone on this double day
And I hope that next year love will come your way.
Love and Stuff
by Liarbyrd
Love be not proud,
it snovels and grovels
and begs for more.
Expects abuse,
demands it,
and I’ve decided to be done with it.
Denied, it flourishes.
Neglected, it consumes.
it either is the greatest pest known
or the best deigned survivor.
And mine?
Gone like the wind…
Frankly, my dear,
i don’t give a damn.
Currently.
But tomorrow is another day.
Heart of Secrets
by Athene19
You'll never know you've taken my heart
And hidden it in some place I'll never find.
Inside, my love is burning only for you,
Yet you'll never know.
Cos you've taken the key that unlocks my heart,
Where my secrets are kept for all eternity.
And until the day that you'll discover my secrets,
I'll reckon that dreams are better than reality
Cos you can't refuse my mind's imagination.
A poem by Geraldine Doetzer
why, why, why?
did I fall
deeply
passionately
on the swooping wings of swallows
in
love
with
you?
nothing but PAIN
and tears
and long evenings alone by myself
with only my cat to keep me company
WHY?
WHY?
WHY?!?!?!?!!?
Sunny Bumblebee
by Gordan the Destroyer
OH sunny little bee
on a flower fair
go and sting someone
in their ugly hair.
Go crawl around their eyebrows
and right up their nose
after finished with their head
make hurt their little toes.
OH sunny little bee
do not stop there
go inject your nasty venom
in their person everywhere.
For I have just broke up
with that little @#$%
so at the very little least
make her hurt and itch.
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