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rbrower

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Wishes

I certainly do not wish you well.
I wish that you wake up to his face, disappointed that it’s not mine.
I wish that you will dream of me, to wake up in the middle of the night screaming my name.
I wish that his eyes will turn green with envy whenever you mention me.
I wish that a dark cloud will hang over your head everywhere you go.
I wish that rain will fall on you as you try to sleep.
I wish that he kisses you, but you don’t feel the same sparks you felt with me.
I wish that you will think you see my face everywhere.
I wish that you never find your happy ending.
I wish that he says he loves you, but you never feel the same.
I wish that you’ll hear my favorite song on the radio, the one we stayed up singing all those late nights.
I wish that you can’t believe you let go of me.
I wish that I never see your face, hear your name, take in your scent, feel your touch again.
And I know that one day, you’ll know that all is lost, and you’ll wish that you still had me.
 
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rbrower said:
Wishes

I certainly do not wish you well.
I wish that you wake up to his face, disappointed that it’s not mine.
I wish that you will dream of me, to wake up in the middle of the night screaming my name.
I wish that his eyes will turn green with envy whenever you mention me.
I wish that a dark cloud will hang over your head everywhere you go.
I wish that rain will fall on you as you try to sleep.
I wish that he kisses you, but you don’t feel the same sparks you felt with me.
I wish that you will think you see my face everywhere.
I wish that you never find your happy ending.
I wish that he says he loves you, but you never feel the same.
I wish that you’ll hear my favorite song on the radio, the one we stayed up singing all those late nights.
I wish that you can’t believe you let go of me.
I wish that I never see your face, hear your name, take in your scent, feel your touch again.
And I know that one day, you’ll know that all is lost, and you’ll wish that you still had me.
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And here I see the title and I think of a nice fireworks show, with a castle, and Tink, and fun....:lookaroun:lol:


Nice, Bob....though it kinda shocked me.:lol:
 
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The Garden

I opened up my heart to you, welcoming you in.
My soul was your garden, a place where you were free to do what you wanted.
You planted seeds within me, waiting for them to grow.
It was all an experiment, seeing if our love would be able to flourish.
We tried our hardest to give the seeds the nutrients that they needed to be live.
The tears that we shed rained down on the garden, assisting it along the way.
Stems grew out of the ground, eventually fanning out into flowers.
Our love basked in the sun, radiating out our affection.
We gave it all we had, all of the nutrients required to make our love bloom.
It was the largest garden I had ever seen, growing more and more each day.
But then something happened.
We both changed.
The nutrients were no longer there.
The flowers started to decay a little, the petals shriveling on the ends.
The stems bent over, several of them dying.
Then came the storm.
We tried out hardest to fight for our garden, but it wasn’t strong enough.
The wind tore at the stems, ripping them straight out of the ground.
The rain beat down on the flowers, tearing up the leaves and petals.
Our garden was destroyed as the thunder crashed, the lightning showing us brief visions of the damage we had experienced.
We tried our hardest the next day to pick back up the broken pieces, to replenish our garden.
We wanted to make it work, to make the flowers bloom once again.
But then we realized something.
Our gardening season was over.
 
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Intentions

Have you completely forgotten my purpose?
I stand here in this house, the one that used to be filled with love.
But now, I’m just a figure in the background of your life, hidden in the shadows.
Do you even still love me?
I do everything I can just to catch your attention for one second.
You are distracted by everything else though, leaving me alone.
On a day when I manage to steal one kiss from you, I am lucky.
I want to cover you in my love, but you are wearing a protective coat, blocking me off.
I hate this.
My hands shake just at the thought of how much I try to love you.
You build up walls around yourself, barriers to keep me away.
They are invisible, your appearance behind them completely clear to me.
I forget that they are there, trying my hardest to reach you while running at full speed.
I crash into the wall, completely hurt, wanting my hardest to break them down.
You don’t even notice the crash though, ignoring my every action.
And now I hear your car pulling in the driveway as the rain starts pouring down.
I run out, thinking of the love that binds me to you.
But you walk right past me as I stand there on the sidewalk, the rain soaking me clothes.
I’m drowning, but not in the rain. In my sorrow.
I’m not sure of your intentions in our relationship.
My head is beginning to spin, dizzy as I begin to break down and cry.
Why do I have to beg for your affection, try my hardest just to have some communication?
What changed between us?
I feel the impact of crashing into your walls even more as I just stand there in the rain.
Did you not mean it when you said that you loved me?
 
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Tempted


I know that you don’t want to let go.
I’m so sorry, but my time is limited.
My strength is wavering, fading with each breath.
I’m tempted, for you, to put up a fight.
But I don’t think that I will make it through the night.
Please don’t shed a tear for me now though.
I am still here. All is not yet lost.
Let’s make the most of this last night.
Hold me tight in your arms, force my heart to beat.
Kiss me deeply, knowing it could be the last.
Dance with me, spinning me around your room.
Forget about my weaknesses.
Just love me.
Don’t waste a single moment.
Run through the woods with me, our bare feet pressing against the moist earth.
Let your love soar above, as my soul soon will do.
Wipe away my tears, make me forget about my fate.
Hold my hand, force me to smile.
Listen to my heart beat, the breaths I take.
Just take in my aroma.
Trace the contours of me, follow my outlines.
I’m going to watch your every movement, take in the beauty of you.
My arms are wrapped around you, holding on tight.
Please just make this last night all that it can be.
Don’t spend your time worrying about the future when all we have is the present.
 
maggiegrace1

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Robert..all of these seem to be about love that you can not have or that is not meant to be..are they from your own experiences?

Do you have any with happier endings?..where the love lasts?

They are all good..I am just curious..

:)
 
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EPCOT Explorer said:
VERY nice, p00ch. Like the last one. Has a very poignant meaning.
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Thanks very much. I think you know the inspiration for that one. :lol:
maggiegrace1 said:
Robert..all of these seem to be about love that you can not have or that is not meant to be..are they from your own experiences?

Do you have any with happier endings?..where the love lasts?

They are all good..I am just curious..

:)
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They actually aren't my own experiences. I'm currently in a great relationship, but that's another topic. A few of the poems I write have to deal with different topics (such as the Dream Out Loud one and This Old Guitar). I just seem to be able to write poems with deep, dark emotions easily for some reason.

I don't really have any others right now. I tend to save the happier endings for novels. That's not to say that there isn't heartbreak in them as well.

And thank you very much. :)
 
rbrower

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Alright Dana...this one isn't quite as sad. It isn't the fairytale ending kind of poem, but it's a little more playful, especially if your listening to the song I'm listening to. :lol:

Heartbreaker


I know I’m foolish.
I know exactly what you are.
But I know that I’m in for one heck of a ride.
I’m going to open up to you, let you hold my heart within your hands.
I know you’ll break it.
You’ll eventually drop it, letting it land hard on the ground.
The pain will take my breath away, make me feel sick to my stomach.
But it pleases me so much to be with you that I know longer care.
I’ll always come back to you.
I don’t know why I even try to fight it even more.
You’re a heartbreaker.
It’s in your blood.
But I can only pretend that I’m not attracted to you for so long until I give in.
So go on, break my heart again. I am prepared for the side effects.
I will be astonished at the pain I experience once again, but it will be nothing new.
I will wonder why I give into you, allow you to come into my soul and take over every time you come calling.
But I can’t help it. I can’t help but love you whenever you’re around.
I won’t allow my heart to heal though, to think that I will never let you back in.
Because eventually, you will come back again, just as I always will to you.
We are meant to be.
My heart remains in your hand, ready at a moment’s notice to break.
 
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Strangers

I have never met you.
Still, I can’t help but feel like I’ve known you all my life.
Who are you?
I hear your laughter, chills running down my spine.
There is something special about you, something different.
I’m fascinated by the way you move, by every action you take.
There’s something about you that just makes my heart beat faster.
I can feel my skin getting warm as the thought of you whispering in my ear passes through my mind.
I need to talk to you.
Everything about you is completely beautiful, breathtaking.
I love the way the gentle curls of your hair bounce around as you walk.
But please don’t keep on walking.
Stop and talk for a while.
I know that I’m nowhere good enough for you, and I’m sure I’m not the first to feel something special with you.
But I can’t help but wonder if we were meant to meet, if you are meant to be someone in my life.
I get closer, trying my hardest to build up my confidence.
I don’t know your name, but I want to.
I begin to clear my throat, our eyes lock into each other’s and we both begin to smile gently.
In that moment, I know you could be the one, the one I’ve been trying to find all along.
I don’t want for us to remain strangers.
 
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Bold

My determination is my temptation.
I’m determined to find a way to you.
I’ve known you from the start.
I’ve always been the friend you’ve come to for advice.
I’ve helped you to mend your broken hearts.
And all along, I’ve been sitting there, wishing, hoping, praying.
Wanting for you to be mine.
I wish that you could see the world through my eyes.
To see my vision of how perfect we would be together.
Every time I see your face, my heart screams at me, begging me to kiss you.
I try my hardest to open all this up, to expose my attraction to you.
But then you begin to talk about your boyfriend, and I bottle it all up.
I long to be bold, to let you feel how much your touch makes my pulse accelerate.
I know that I love you, and I know that you love me.
I just need for you to realize it.
You can hold my heart in your hand, to caress it gently with your touch.
That would keep me content for a while, knowing that you know my love for you.
And yet, you know nothing.
We can talk for hours about anything, but I never get tired of your voice.
We have been through so much together, yet I can’t tell you.
Why can’t I just tell you how I feel?
Why can’t you just know how I feel?
We go together much better than you and your boyfriend.
I’m the one you come to when you have a fight, when you need to cry, when you breakdown.
Every day, I attempt to write you a letter, expressing my emotions in bold print.
Yet, every time, I ball up the paper, becoming a coward at the thought of letting you in on my secret.
I imagine how perfect we would be together, and I know that it could be a reality.
I dream of you every night, waking up, thinking that we are together.
But the lonely walls of my bedroom remind me that you are not mine.
I will find a way to you.
 
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Lingering Eyes


Take back your heart.
I no longer want it in my possession.
I see the way you look at the other men as they walk into the room.
You claim that your eyes never wander, that they only stay on me.
But I know they study the physique of others as they walk back.
They trace along their muscular arms, scruff covered chins.
You crave what they have.
You are tired of my flaws.
I’m through with trying to make this work.
I don’t want to spend all of my life holding your heart, thinking you hold mine to find out one day that you’ve let it fall.
I’m ignoring the excruciating pain. This will all be much better once you are gone.
I try to talk to you, to explain my reasoning.
You seem to be taking it extremely well, which doesn’t surprise me.
I know you haven’t been faithful. I don’t trust you.
But I see that you once again aren’t paying attention to me.
Your eyes linger into the next room, watching another man.
I hope you enjoy your fling with him that I’m sure will come.
Because I’m done.
I’m sure he’s more interesting with me.
More muscular, a better kisser, everything you want.
Sure. Hah.
But good luck finding me once this is all through.
I walk out the door, not waiting to hear your heart thud as it hits the ground.
My hand is now free, ready to hold the heart of another.
I’m done.
 
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Mirror Image

I’m staring into my reflection.
Every movement I make is mirrored upon the glass.
And yet, my reflection isn’t me.
It doesn’t hold the scars, the torn soul.
It’s merely an image of my appearance.
It holds no value of pain, no signs of my weakness.
It is the old me, the happy me.
It doesn’t know about you and the toll you took.
I reach my hand up to the mirror, touching my fingers to the cool glass.
Still, I feel no connection with the man standing in front of me.
For a second, I wish I was him, showing no signs of vulnerability.
Not holding the scars that you made when you stabbed me in the heart.
But then I realize that I have grown through all of this.
I have become a better man.
And now I’m thankful for all that you’ve done, all the pain you’ve caused.
Because you helped me to learn the ways of life, to open up.
And you taught me how dangerous my life can be if I wear my heart on my sleeve for too long.
But I feel sorry for you now.
When you look in the mirror, you’ll see the same person.
You won’t ever change.
You will never grow as a person.
The mirror won’t try to fool you as it does to me.
 
rbrower

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Pillars of Dust

Our relationship was never meant to last.
We built it up on pillars of dust, just waiting for a strong wind to come through and end it all.
You’re just a pretty face in an ocean of opportunities for me.
We promised each other to be there for the summer, but we never promised the word love.
You say that your future doesn’t involve our relationship, that I’m just a fling.
We know that our days together are limited as the sun sets every evening.
You are simply a flirtation of my heart, something I could quickly get over.
You sing me songs as we walk along the beach, your beautiful voice echoing out over the waters.
And now the song is stuck in my head, but it is not stuck in my heart.
This will all be over soon.
And yet, I enjoy my time with you.
My heart doesn’t skip a beat when you walk in the room.
I don’t doodle your name surrounded by hearts all over a notebook.
Our kisses are no more that lips pressing against each other. No sparks fly whenever they come together.
But I don’t want you out of my life.
You are a good friend, someone I can always rely on.
We aren’t the people to walk barefoot in the sand, our fingers locking around each other’s.
We can always be in each other's lives though.
I know that we will eventually make the decision to see other people.
But choices lead to chances.
Can we by chance just choose to stay here for a while?
 

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