Love Poems About Blackout or Blackout Love Poems
by Kevin Clark |
Categories: loss,

I Will Learn To Live After Love Has Long Died

I will learn to live after love has long died

I will learn t laugh after my sorrow cried

I will learn to smile after my frown has born'

I will learn to forgive after I have been scorn

I will learn to taste after the flavor has subside

I will learn the truth after knowing they lied

I will learn faith after believing doubt

I will learn from the light after living in a blackout

I will learn to laugh after my sorrow has cried

I will learn to live after love has long died

by Evelyn Hawkins |
Categories: absence, break up, love,

I Tried To Leave

Surrounded and distracted to a fault
the mayhem of your love strenuates me 
I abrogate my feelings towards you not
to wound you only wherefore I may breathe.
Petulant indignation on your brow
is lovelier than that tiresome doting kiss
And now I venture towards things unallowed;
previous to this day I, you would miss,
so dreadfully it seemed a very sin 
that I should with my friends enjoy a night. 
You doubtless lay awake and cry within-
this image from my mind I cannot fight

I drink until I blackout at your door 
requiring the verve of your love's ardor.

by S. Grace |
Categories: adventure, beautiful, cute love, deep, love, night, poetry,

Night-Blackout

Dawn- Emily Dickinson
Night grows
So that we can touch
The spaces,
Time, 
And faded midnight.


by Just James |
Categories: heartbreak,

Just a Friend Virus

take care against this wicked infection 
a cracked window loses love protection 
innocent texting becomes a front door 
ugly lies collect into a deceit store 

my ignorance assimilates naive 
your every breath as easy as deceive 
our marriage day memories now bleed out 
virtue meets a time of our love blackout 
	
a doorbell rings my disillusionment 
making “just a friend” an illusionist 
my trust is destroyed in a simple text 
I end up very confused and perplexed 

today I found him in my own front door 
making my unfaithful wife a cheap whore 

-07-02-17-

by Dialectic Crisis |
Categories: angst, caregiving, drink, good night, irony, love hurts, silly,

Time Misplaced Is Always Well Misspent

I woke up in the late afternoon;
still exhausted from binging on junk food,
drank four quarts of cough syrup too;
Wasn't too sure what to do
when I awoke next to you...
...Sorry I drank all of your cough syrup 
when I ran out of my own;
and for later,
throwing up 'cool ranch' Doritos 
all over your new dress
before ripping a sizable gash 
In your super sleek kick pleat,
when you said: "Ew, gross; 
Get the hell away from me!"
- But you kinda asked for it to play out this way:
By never telling me I had to stop 
before I could get the chance to blackout 
from an extreme case of toxic shock...
...I have always known you were trying to kill me...

by Alois Saint-Martin |
Categories: political, new years day,

Rock a Bye Baby

Herod`s
Celebrity Blowout
New Years Eve
Extravagan­za
Starring Lady Gaga
Justin Bieber
The Republic Candidates for President
and a Cast of Thousands

Now we can Love
New York
Blackout
Night of Orgiastic
Capitalist
Greed, Anarchy
and Lust

Occupy New Years Eve ?
The Philistine­s
They wouldn't Dare !

by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories: hate, love,

Take the Gloves Off

TAKE THE GLOVES OFF

Supplied with boxing gloves,
the size of eyes, nose, mouth, teeth

man, woman, child
like stampeding steeds

with steam of a motorcar
the spring released

what the blank happened —
blackout of the human race


~

Supplied with hands that love,
a daisy chain with fresh Spring

newborn race twists smiles
and kindness into serenity beads

hugs handed out like delicious treats
harmony dancing in the streets

ice packs and dentists no longer needed
hate and violence no longer seeded

3/26/2018

by Marco Chies |
Categories: love hurts,

Ancient We

I don't know if you follow this
our evolution I mean
things we would avoid
if we still shared the same hate
these days I was looking for a way out
my way of saying peace
but I haven't had success with success
again I came home again
thing that wasn't even me
I saw your horrible picture in the hallway
even the leaves of grass wet with rain
were more interesting than you
I didn't sleep well that night
there's so much light and life around here
I need to buy a blackout curtain at once

by Atef Ayadi |
Categories: art, love, passion, philosophy,

My Valentine Giftf

I spared some wine,
Some love’s change,
One candle
Left from the last blackout,
And a dry rose –It is February, I did not find a wild rose.-
I also gathered some wood from the nearest forest
Under the heavy snow
For the fireplace.
These are my offer for valentine
As simple as my smile.

by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: child, death, irony, loss, scary, sound, surreal,

Blackout Poetry- Ash

Eye contact is
grey and clear.
I don't hear
screaming...
then
two small children
fidget
and speak in
fortifying walls...
and then
my lips are parched
and I can't swallow.
I marvel at them,
like two white doves
waiting to take flight.
I tilt my head 
to see
flesh 
and bone
and ash.

2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 9

by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: absence, emotions, for her, pain, sad, sick, surreal,

Blackout Poetry- Detached

I'm almost disappointed
when
the pot of tea is
off the stove.

I forgot
her.

She stands next to me,
unconvinced.

I step aside
and let her
weep and wail.

She's here
for a few more days
and I will
figure this out.

She was sick
for years.

2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13

by Melani Udaeta |
Categories: life, love,

The Blackout

the lights flicker
power goes out 
 a candle now burns 
 as I sit on the couch 
 so romantic 
  we sit and cuddle
everything perfect 
magic of the dark  
 over in an instant 
  the lights on with a start

by Kevin Clark |
Categories: lost love, love,

I Will Learn

I will learn to live after love has died

I will learn to laugh after my sorrow has cried

I will learn to smile after my frown was born

I will learn to forgive after I have seen scorn

I will learn to taste after the flavor has subside

I will learn the truth after knowing they’ve lied

I will learn faith after believing the doubt

I will learn from the light after living in a blackout

I will learn to laugh after my sorrow has cried

I will learn to live after love has died

by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: allusion, death, fear, for him, imagination, loss, surreal,

Blackout Poetry- Surreal

He shakes his head 
against the linoleum.
I watch him rinse his mug 
with my eyes closed 
before the sound of the mug 
shatters into pieces 
just like the occasion.
I stare at him for a moment, 
a ghost.
I thought I heard him 
raise his eyebrows.
I just dropped my head.
"You're not real. You're dead."

2-21-2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 17

by Juliet Ligon |
Categories: for him, history, memory, power, time, words, write,

Blackout Poetry- Collections

She collected 
his every phrase 
like an assortment 
of antiques. 
She realized 
she could also 
sort them by date.

2/21/2021

Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 21

by Melani Udaeta |
Categories: emotions, feelings, love, romance,

Rearranged

My whole layout you rearranged
fragments fit my shredded heart,  
revived by a blackout unplanned; 

Cabinets you couldn’t leave closed, 
repairing hinges that had fallen apart; 
My whole layout you rearranged; 

Led me down a route untouched 
unprepared for all you would impart, 
revived by a blackout unplanned; 

All that was familiar now changed
as I stretch along this new chart;
My whole layout you rearranged;  

Doors and windows you have opened,  
transformed this home from the start;
revived by a blackout unplanned; 

Commencement began at the end 
I am excited to finally depart;
My whole layout you rearranged,
revived by a blackout unplanned.

by Satish Verma |
Categories: art,

Strange Relationship

A ghost walks on strands
of never verse.
Under the lamp, I read your message
in awe.

The fusion beneath the anonymous
light leads to latent heat. The words
bring the feel of a breast.
Every nuance melts like snow.

Lift your voice, your stunned face
against moon. I am going to blow
out the candle declaring a blackout
in the woods –

for making love on the leaves of
wisdom, under the rain of foul crumbs.



Satish Verma

by Hakim Fuhad Mansaray |
Categories: love, love hurts,

MY HEART IS BLACKOUT

My heart lost its fire  
Just when I tried harder.  
I had hoped for a gain  
By giving all I've got.  

But love despises gambling
The hand I was dealt  
Was blank yet too optimistic—  
Winning was not too realistic.  

I pushed all in the pot  
Deceived by veils and blinds.  
But love is not a game of chance—  
It demands fortune and skill combined.  

With this blackout now, I see  
I should learn to fold and hold.  
Love is not for the bold  
But for those with hearts turned cold.

by Paul Murray |
Categories: betrayal, break up, feelings, girl, heartbroken, hurt, love hurts,

Yeah Im Still Here

I’m still here, this country boy
I ain’t around your heart anymore,
You gave up on me
I’m still here, intoxicated by my dreams
Only to blackout with someone else 

Tennessee whiskey by my side
Escaping this hurtful world 
Wondering 
What ya doin’ 
Since you left me
I ain’t the same, no more

Yeah, I’m still here
Can’t get ya out of my mind
Even though 
I try
I’m still here
Parked in reverse 

Crashing my life away 
Covered in heartache 
For a girl who doesn’t even want me
So I’ll take my Tennessee whiskey 
And be country

by Alkas Poetry |
Categories: allegory, allusion, appreciation, life, metaphor,

Blackout In Life

If the wishes,
              subside...
               if love,
               ceases...
              i pursue fresh dreams
               in the stars... !

by Maanvinder Pilania |
Categories: 12th grade, anxiety,

Tortured: Poet and Seasons

i feel tortured in winter, the fog reminds me of good times, 
when my gray world turned to pink
i feel tortured in autumn, a season spent missing someone,  a total love blackout
i feel tortured in summer, a summer meant to be full of love turned to gray
i feel tortured to see rain, it reminds me of weeping nights and when i was in pain
a tortured poet and his tortured seasons
a tortured poet forced to be tortured by torturous peoples because of their torturous sin
a question why did i associated my memories 
and made my seasons tortured ?