by Kevin Clark |
Categories:
loss,
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,
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,
Dawn- Emily Dickinson
Night grows
So that we can touch
The spaces,
Time,
And faded midnight.
by Just James |
Categories:
heartbreak,
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,
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,
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
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,
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,
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,
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,
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 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 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,
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,
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,
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,
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 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,
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,
If the wishes,
subside...
if love,
ceases...
i pursue fresh dreams
in the stars... !
by Maanvinder Pilania |
Categories:
12th grade, anxiety,
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 ?