Sad/Heartbreak

Nightmare

Let's Make A Deal
by Diane Blue

You forgive me for liking you too much,
And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough.

You forgive me for missing you so,
And I'll forgive you for being so cold.

You forgive me for the loud racing of my heart,
And I'll forgive you for not hearing it.

You forgive me for playing your games,
And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.

You forgive me for finding you so attractive,
And I'll forgive you for not noticing.

You forgive me for raising you up so high,
And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.

You forgive me for wanting to be with you,
And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.

You forgive me for being so pathetic,
And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.

You forgive me for not being able to let go,
And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.

You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,
And I'll forgive you for crushing them.

Forgiveness brings inner peace.
Do we have a deal?

Nightmare

Hearts and roses and kisses galore,
What the hell is all that sh*t for?
People get mushy and start acting queer,
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year.
This day needs to get the hell over with and pass,
Before I shove something up Cupid's ass.
I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak
And wear black for the rest of the week.
Guys act all sweet, but soon it will fade,
For all they are doing is trying to get laid.
The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit,
Cause I think this love thing is a crock of sh*t.
So, here's my story... what else can I say?
Love bites my ass... F**k Valentines Day!!

Nightmare

by Jody Nichols

A heart broke
By the sad word goodbye
It's hard to believe
One word can make so many cry

A loss too many
A team fallen apart
Can one bad play
Really break so many hearts

A different religion
A different race
Why can't we
See the hurt on their face

A broken heart
A divided team
A cry for help
A shattered dream.


About the Poem:

When a heart becomes broken or someone feels left out, I know from experience that it hurts. There is nothing that can be done or said to make the pain subside any sooner than it was meant to.
At the age of 15, many think that I am unable to communicate feelings of life or love because they think I am too young to understand it. But I've been there too. I've lost friends both male and female of many different races to the cruelty of those living in a small town. The third stanza is my way of trying to get my motto across. "The world's small enough - Stop The Hate!"

NightFaery

Looking out the clear window
Book in hand is closed
Children playing
in the yard across the street
Sun in the sky shining bright
No cloud insight
It's a beautiful day to watch
The kinda day to relax compleatly
No one would know that
just down the road
There is a man plotting
to kill his wife
Or even that the friendly face
you saw in the market
Is covered in blood from the
gun shot wound in her chest
Nope from here it is a beautiful day
Aint it great watching the
kids play in the sunlight
Holding a closed book and just relax.

crowgyrl

Mad Girl's Love Song
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Sylvia Plath

Nightmare

There once was a woman, midwife for the babies
Her neighbor's black dog was found to have rabies
The hound died a-twitching
Oh, it was bewitching
They called her a witch when the neighbor got scabies

They stripped off her clothing and started to prod
Looking for places satanically flawed
The woman stood weeping
The good men sat peeping
What a swell thing to do in the name of a god

They tortured her body, so lovely to see
To make her confess to her heresy
They brought in a verdict
A true christian edict
They burned her alive in the land of the free

This history lesson for your education
Is open, of course, to interpretation
It happened in terror
The people, in error
Attempted to kill inspiration

(C) Delia the Crone

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Uriel

all of the poetry here is great
killer even
i look forward to reading more