It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez in Love in the Time of Cholera (1985)
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Fateful Death
Blow your mind
Sink in the air
They love you
They loath you
Smile
It makes you look better
Feeling your way through the blindness
Seeing nothing, and everything simultaneously
Let go
Your fate is inevitable
Who am I?
Sitting so lonely on the pale window sill…
Come closer, here
Smile into the eyes of your death
Who am I but your fate?
I will corrupt you, love you
Torment you, kill you…
Your inevitable fate…
poem by Makinotsuki Higurashi
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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To Shelley From Harriet
My lost love, the rebllious poet,
It's me, your bygone days, Harriet.
I'm torn and endured a lot.
I won't give blame only to my lot.
I loved you and will be loving ever,
You can forget me but I'll never!
I waited for you for three years.
Could have awaited more o my dear.
At least, you loved me once in my life,
With this belief I could have survived.
I thought a born rebellion you are,
Someday, must come back quenching your fire!
But, no, ray of hope, no flickering light,
I found still now, which can help me fight.
This battle of unrequited love,
This road is uncertain and very rough.
I can't stand anymore this fevered life,
Always with pain, and intolerable strife!
I will get myself drowned in Serpentine lake,
Though I know, it won't give you any shake!
Is it my destiny, my inevitable fate?
Forgive me, and my love, with last kiss-Harriet.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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In The Air
Like fresh blossoming flowers on a spring day.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the smell of rain right before it pours down.
Her scent is in the air.
Like the aroma of a hot apple pie cooling on the window seal.
Her scent is in air.
I try to cover my nose with my shirt
but her scent seeps right through it.
It is in the air.
I try fanning it away
but the more I fan the stronger her scent lofts in the air.
I decide not to fight it anymore and I inhale her scent.
It first suffocates me but then it sustains me.
To me her scent is love and it is
In the air.
Dealt into silence
Dealt into silence
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I sit and shuffle a deck of cards
Each queen named, a prelude to fate
Momentarily I distract myself enough
To slip into an idyllic peaceful isolation
And what has brought me to this conclusion
That I now turn my back to the world
And seek the confines of solitude
I sit turning each card, counting nothing
For there is nothing in these turns of fate
Each queen I named a sad memory
Of a love I held passed unrequited
The same story, the same bitter ending
Those false promises sound like quotations
Reeling out from liars lips meaningless
And who was there to pick up the pieces
Of the broken heart and weeping soul
The cards are shuffled and dealt
Into silence and solitude
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Beautifully unrequited
You do not love me
This I sadly know
Yet still I love you
Beautifully unrequited
In your absence
My love does not relent
However long its been
A day, a week or more
Since we last met
I remember your spirit
Your beautiful face
How wonderful you are
I embrace this memory
As I would embrace you
Only you do not love me
And this I sadly know
Is this love to forever be
Beautifully unrequited
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Blue Rose Tragedy
A tale of two weddings
wonderfully writ,
weddings have so many
secret tales to tell,
the tale of love unrequited
not reciprocated,
is a bitter low blow to groin
to grievous heart,
to watch another happily marry
long soul sought lover,
is nail driven into coffin bound heart
wedding couple merrily,
depart on romantic honeymoon for two
one left unloved can only rue,
hand of fate remorse grown dark of late
feelings grown blooming blue.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Old Man
Old Man, or Lads-Love, - in the name there's nothing
To one that knows not Lads-Love, or Old Man,
The hoar green feathery herb, almost a tree,
Growing with rosemary and lavender.
Even to one that knows it well, the names
Half decorate, half perplex, the thing it is:
At least, what that is clings not to the names
In spite of time. And yet I like the names.
The herb itself I like not, but for certain
I love it, as someday the child will love it
Who plucks a feather from the door-side bush
Whenever she goes in or out of the house.
Often she waits there, snipping the tips and shrivelling
The shreds at last on to the path,
Thinking perhaps of nothing, till she sniffs
Her fingers and runs off. The bush is still
But half as tall as she, 'though it is as old;
So well she clips it. Not a word she says;
And I ca only wonder how much hereafter
She will remember, with that bitter scent,
Of garden rows, and ancient damson trees
Topping a hedge, a bent path to a door
A low thick bush beside the door, and me
Forbidding her to pick.
As for myself,
Where first I met the bitter scent is lost.
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,
Sniff them and think and sniff again and try
Once more to think what it is I am remembering,
Always in vain. I cannot like the scent,
Yet I would rather give up others more sweet,
With no meaning, than this bitter one.
I have mislaid the key. I sniff the spray
And think of nothing; I see and I hear nothing;
Yet seem, too, to be listening, lying in wait
For what I should, yet never can, remember;
No garden appears, no path, no hoar-green bush
Of Lad's-love, or Old Man, no child beside,
Neither father nor mother, nor any playmate;
Only an avenue, dark, nameless, without end
poem by Edward Thomas
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The Quiet Heart
How quiet my heart
In what, where love is forgot
Where no passion nor desire
Holds any value at all
No just a nothingness
A silence of thought
I had surrendered a love
Found it unrequited
To heavy a burden to bare
And now silence
Broken by odd whisper
Telling tales of attraction
Building their part up higher
As though some great romance
Awaits to be rehearsed
No silent is my heart
Since the last love was left
Since I bid farewell
To the unrequited desire
I have known so often
And so well
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Meeting You That Evening
meeting you that evening
the enchantment seems endless
my heart has wings and my hands
have magic wands and my mouth
has the magic words of love
it is a fairy tale, and we sleep
in that castle in the clouds and
the soldiers listen to my commands,
and then i wake up without you
my princess turn into an old doll
my magic wands mere matchsticks
love imagined, love unrequited
a bitter pill, a deadly potion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bitter Alomonds
When we shall meet again?
Don’t know
Don’t want to know
Long are the days to count
The subtle moments unchangeable
Visited and gone
Intense is the pang of loss
That rattles inside
Consider me in pieces
Like bitter almonds stuck to the palate
I cringe to feel
The detesting foul taste
Of loss
Melting in my mouth
Night Thoughts
OH, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,
Ye by whom the sea-toss'd sailor's lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav'ns adorn,
But by gods and men are unrequited:
For ye love not,--ne'er have learnt to love!
Ceaselessly in endless dance ye move,
In the spacious sky your charms displaying,
What far travels ye have hasten'd through,
Since, within my loved one's arms delaying,
I've forgotten you and midnight too!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Unrequited Love
In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt although not faced.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
But pain!
In between lips unkissed and missed.
With a proclamation of strength...
As tears drip from eyes like a typhoon,
Has hit an unexpected wall of sobs.
Someone has been robbed of a trusting job held.
Remembering the region of the Philippines.
Or the China sea.
And the cyclone winds dramatized...
To validate images created,
To compare with the whirlwind within.
In between another heartache faked.
It can be seen and felt.
But too proud to admit of unrequited love.
Nothing reciprocated from it can be claim...
But pain!
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
Again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
But...
Too proud am I to admit of,
Unrequited love.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
Again.
And a typhoon of a whirlwind within,
Begins.
As my imagination drifts,
To the Orient again.
But...
Too proud am I to admit of,
Unrequited love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Theme On Unrequited Love Via The Moon And Sun
the sun in its might
finds meaning
to the moon and stars
at night
love sought
love not found
and always in its heavens
love is unrequited
for the meaning of his might
and sunshine
is always that pain
and longing
the moon and stars
are waiting
and the sun
always
cannot reach
them
fate and nature has it
on its design
there is no meeting
there is no fulfillment
but come to think about all these
what if one day
when the sun and moon come
and make love
will this earth not burn
with their passions?
will we all still be here
on that fatal day?
will not all the stars explode
with envy?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bitter Sweet Love
Bitter sweet love
Why do you steal my heart and soul,
I hate you,
I love you because I hate you,
I hate you because I love you
Why do I hate you when I love you
Its a bitter sweet love.
You stole my heart
You stole my thoughts
How could you?
You made my legs wiggle,
Slightly I started to giggle.
I hate this
I hate you,
I love you because I hate you,
I hate you because I love you,
Why do I hate you when I love you
Its a bitter sweet love.
You make me smile
You make me laugh
Why do I love you?
You driving me insane.
Its a bitter sweet love
And its giving me a pain.
The key to the lock of my heart, is stabbing right through my chest.
I hate you,
I love you because I hate you,
I hate you because I love you,
Why do I hate you when I love you
Its a bitter sweet love.
A bitter sweet love!
poem by Savannah Harker
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Chicago Streets
So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.
So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.
So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me problems come to stay.
as I left, for a long time, those Chicago streets.
poem by Delilah Miller
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A Madness of The Heart
Love is a complex affliction
Much aligned to many a madness
Seemingly beyond explanation
For the levels and variations
Of such a passionate emotion
Are far beyond the realms of reason
What else can there be to lose sleep
And yet still dream of another
Of the many aliments of this affliction
This love, this word we call love
I have become and been inflicted
By one such aliment, perhaps
I talk of the unrequited heart
What it is to love someone without end
To be as pure of heart, yet forlorn
Knowing they feel nothing, no love
The pain, the beautiful agony
Or being unable to control
That which we feel or others feel
It is love, it is beautiful, it is madness
And finally of the unrequited heart
A lesson of reason must become
To accept the reach of one affection
And learn to manage such feeling
For as much as we all may love, another
We must be prepared to let go
And look away to forget
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A left turn in the fate of Russia is as necessary as it is inevitable.
quote by Mikhail Khodorkovsky
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Fate-4
Fate is cruel
when moist honey lips in other`s tongue
Fate is lust
when moiest honey lips in my tongue
Fate is hell
when true love battered
Fate is pleasure
when other`s love on bed
Fate is vivid
when she opened her legs for me
Fate is vicious
when I am naked on another`s split
Fate is pain
when both of us on yet another`s split and jerks
Fate is what a fail in harmony
what we lost in love
where we lost hardwork
and when our will buried under
Fate rule us............
poem by Lily Peace Lago Every By To Ph
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