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Poems about Lost love
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SHOULD I STAY? SHOULD I GO?.......BY THE TIME THE QUESTION IS FORMED.....WE ALREADY KNOW! / / THE WORRY THAT OPPOSES CREATIVITY...FALL AWAY FROM THE CITY..... / THAT SPEEDS IN MY MIND.....AND I FIND....THAT THE LIMITATIONS I PERCIEVE......ARE NOTHI
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For more than a decade / I believed / It was easy for you to walk away / To forget you loved me / To forget I loved you too / / Today / Yo
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I've been lost in the spaces between / love and your mystery to me. / The good times are not gone. / I've been in a limbo I can't explain / our happiness, our home. / / You take away my troubles, / you fight away my grief. / Stealing away
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Ah well...somebody did a number on me
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Like waves crashing into the shore, / with thunderous applaud, / I am humbled and lain bare, / spread thin amongst harsh terrain. / / You, / with your braids / swinging wildly in the wind, / dealing the chill of winter with a glare, / h
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Will you be the one
I write poetry for?
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But that blaze died.
Consumed by Lethian waters
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by marcusmoore
169 words, 4 comments,
on Jul 10 7:38 AM. In Adult, Love, Free Verse, Rant, Life, Rhyme, Weird, Alliteration, Loss, Lost Love
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by marcusmoore
112 words, 38 comments,
on Jul 10 4:32 AM. In Angst, Lost Love, Love, Personal, Rhyme, Sad, Lyrics, Life, Pain, Lost, Adult
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Feelings aren’t chosen
They just happen some day
So you can’t help loving me
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He said you tasted like tar, Poppy
After we gave him CPR, Poppy
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by marcusmoore
114 words, 31 comments,
on Apr 20 1:26 AM. In Rhyme, Lost Love, Love, Loss, Sad, Angst, Life, Personal, Adult, Pain, Anger, Abuse
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by riveralex
287 words, 15 comments,
on Feb 22 10:55 AM. In Adult, Angst, Dark, Love, Lost love, loss, Raw, Family, Life, Pain
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I was trying to remember / what loving you was like... / one breath between us / star-drenched nights; / / Summer evenings at the cottage, / crickets and the moon / dinner and a glass of wine, / our candle-lit room; / / Small rustlin
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Twenty two and nine months / A gulping tyrant wave / Washing me up / Into the coffee I sip amongst colleagues / Razor lights shard the impending November morning, / The bare trees are painted in kohl. / Time subtly translat
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