Skip to main content

Love's False Promise

By Anonymous
of affection and passion I cast aside
it betrays me at every turn
the promise of bliss and soft embrace
false and aborted always

I shall then only seek to make my own way
abandoned by the bosom of companion comfort
I turn my loneliness to inspiration
upon a writ I pour a bled heart

my face set to a permanent frown
my words set to a rudeless firmness
my feelings shall lack sentimentality
as my mind takes on an unforgiving world
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Must I Choose?

By
I am torn, conflicted between one who is beside me and one that should be, I cannot decide. She is my anchor, speaks the words that comfort my heart. The other teases me, a fun loving heart they both make a perfect woman. But I must decide. Must I choose? She bats her eyes and I die, the other winks and my knees give way. Must I choose? She makes my heart faint with longing, The other cherishes me beyond what I can imagine, they both fill my heart with joy. If I part with her, I will die. If the other leaves me, my soul will be robbed of light. Must I decide? They both are the perfect woman. ~ Pandit. And so continues the emotional binge. Image: Diver From Beneath by Petr Kratochvil
6 comments
Read more

The Unconquered

By Anonymous
I have launched campaigns to foreign lands for so long, fought for these lands to belong to me and every time I have failed every time these lands fiercely repulse me my strength has failed me, I cannot fight anymore conquests and crusades, I cannot do anymore I fear my lands are barren, unattractive inadequate for the needs of those who are me I shall then sit and hope, that one day I will be conquered by another to whom I will give tribute and who will offer me but a part of their lavish bounty
2 comments
Read more

Distances

By
he could look into them forever, the window to her soul the jewels whose brilliance lights up his soul and bathes it in purity her very shadow makes flowers grow her breath brings forth ice flakes her words are the strum of a harp and her footsteps the whisper of angels he can only look at her through the glass their distances insurmountable their hopes unrequited their sentiments unspoken yet she wears the crown, his queen of a distant land her seat beside him remains empty and the empty palace halls echo with loneliness
3 comments
Read more