Chicken Soup For The Brokenhearted (Lotsa words!)
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Well guys, lets share some love poems - could be those that you wrote or from other poet you adore. May all lovesick people find comfort in this collective bowl of chicken soup.
Let me start the ball rolling.
I was a young lad still in my teenage years when I wrote this; she was the first girl I thought I loved. Perhaps I was young and didn't understand love; but I was serious okay?!
Titled "On This Special Day", The first letter of every sentence forms her name and "OYA" which stands for "Only you always" Enjoy my teenage fantasies
On This Special Day
Kneeled, squimed and whimpered;
Ever since you left me alone eternally.
Loudly, softly, mournfully and subtly;
Lost in this ceaseless woe, reminded;
Young and madly in love, we were.
Yesteryear and its delightful memories;
All trapped in this epicentre of my thinking.
Nursing all these false hopes that it gives.
Seeing, feeling, embracing and cuddling.
However far or near you may now be from me;
In my dreams, by my side you are always.
You do not believe, tho I begged and pleaded.
Understand, elsewise try to know the real me.
On this special day, I pray that
You are just the old you;
And I, the loving me. -
The next poetry by Pablo Neruda, it was originally in Spanish but below is the translated version.
Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
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Again, my apologises for the 2 duplicated threads. It's 4.12am in the morning and I've been awake for 20 hours
and I accidentally created 3 threads 
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Missing You
i've been living my alone
trying to get you out of my life
but after all this time
i can't help myself but miss you
you're once a dream that came true
an illusion that turned to reality
but suddenly, things turned differently
the way they used to be
untill such time i have no choice but to let you go
you're the reason for my sleepless nights
coz you keep stayin' on my mind
i can't help myself from crying
coz i'm missing you so much
all the pain & sadness are bound inside my heart
all the memories are still preserve in my mind
i miss you so much
coz i can't hide the fact that i'm still inlove with you
my life will never be the same again
now that you're gone
i'll be trapped in this loneliness forever
unless a girl like you will bloom into my life again....
I thought this was a letter I would never have to write,
I hoped my tongue was something I could bite.
I've realized its just something I cannot do,
Here are my feelings, just a few.
First, I'm still so In Love with you, after all this time,
You told me the same, then left me, what a crime.
Time has passed, everyday you're on my mind,
Your love is with someone else now, what a bind.
I'm so jealous, he's the luckiest guy I know,
I can't do this friendship thing anymore, so off I go.
The pain of losing you is still fresh in my brain,
even after almost 2 years, everyday my heart feels the pain.
Will we ever be together again, i say as I sob and mope
as each day passes, I lose a little more hope.
I'll always LOVE you, hold these words true
Don't hate me for this, this is what pain is making me do.
My heart is broken in so many a part,
Do I still have a place in your heart?.... -
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Left With Love
I wake with a start from hearing your name,
Even in my dream you cause me pain,
How could you leave me here all alone?,
How could you sudenly just become gone?,
Why must this happen to the one I love?,
Why did you take my husband above?,
He promised we'd be together forever,
Well together must be now because were not together,
I cry out loud "ohh someone tell me why,"
I mean honestly, I never even got to say goodbye,
He use to say love is feeled with the good and the bad,
Well now Im left with only the bad and the memories we had,
I love you with all my heart and soul,
To see you in heaven is my very last goal. -
When we Two Parted
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
Sank chill on my brow—
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:—
Long, long shall I rue thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met—
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears. -
So you like Pablo Neruda? So who else do you read?Originally posted by Detached:The next poetry by Pablo Neruda, it was originally in Spanish but below is the translated version. -
Yes, I love him.
I'm not really a poetry kind of person but I do write.
I'm into classics and literature
Why? Mad pencils club want to recruit me? 
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we have very non-poetry ppl ard also [aka me]Originally posted by Detached:Yes, I love him.
I'm not really a poetry kind of person but I do write.
I'm into classics and literature
Why? Mad pencils club want to recruit me? pps:
u're most welcome to join us and just write!!
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The next piece of poetry is my swan song. It bears much significance to me as it is for my late gf; a woman that changed my life drastically.
Titled "Solitary (Sans You)", it expresses the solitude and unhappiness I felt when she passed away. For the convenience of everyone, sans is the archaic way of saying "without".
It is of no use to lament all day long now, I can only live life to the fullest, strive to excel in all that I do and dedicate my life to her. I owe her that much.
Solitary (Sans you)
Pulled my reefer over my shoulders,
Strolling down the secluded park.
The foliage was raining all over me,
In this mourning city of emptiness.
I walked deeper into this park.
'tis the silence of a late night in this dead park,
That was beckoning me to explore deeper.
I held on to my fears into the uncertainty.
As I entered the innermost area of the park,
I saw a single lonesone sycamore rooted.
'Tree, are you not feeling lonely tonight?'
I murmured with the remaining élan left in me.
The midnight bleeze never stopped blowing;
And the cold half moon hung on the nighttime sky.
I heaved endless sighs, feeling a sense of forlorn.
'tis these sighs that will make any man cry.
Alas! Sans you, sans love, sans joy.
I walked this solitary path of life.
Detached -
Just a normal (very) simple poem..
Every second brings a fresh beginning,
every hour holds a new promise,
every night our dreams can bring hope,
and every day is what we choose to make it. -
and the best sentence i've heard before (dunno from which show):
You complete me... -
Jerry Maguire.Originally posted by extrinsic:and the best sentence i've heard before (dunno from which show):
You complete me... -
i was just thinking about this word "Solitary" when i read the first one...
then i saw a poem with this title...
what a luck... -
Keep the contributions rolling in! We might set the Guinness world record for the largest amount of poetry collected in a thread