One-Way Good-Bye
I remember so many years
ago bare moment ago.
When I went forth compelled
to secretly say good-bye.
On street corner
cross from bank.
You did not know I was
or why I was bound there.
Watching building as I had
spied magnetic drab building.
Many times journeyed past
daily work’s journey to or throw.
Guessed second floor
you work on.
My heart
breaks anew.
My heart broke
repeatedly
without seeing you.
As minutes passed
ever slowly by.
With all effort
again again I tried.
To make the break.
For the last.
For the last.
Time to say good-bye.
You never knew.
Each time I saw you.
How my pulse heart
missed each reckless beat.
Love I never told
never spoke of
burned ever cruelly;
oh so deep.
Is that you I see
within office window framed?
Moving to and throw.
You do not see me
this as always passes so.
Your working your weekly computer
directing departmental managerial flow.
All those that work close
beside thee I forlorn envy.
Seeing your dazzling beauty daily
which I will never know.
They share your thoughts
your laughter
that I shall never know.
They see you daily
yet love you not.
Oh mercy; soul sought peace;
within worried me;
will not wearied withered grow.
My thoughts; get ever more black;
baked bitter; leech lingering;
hopelessness; will not go.
You see me. Oh my God!
My thoughts; stop impaled;
in tight slotted compulsive track.
You recognize me. Oh my God!
Too late; behind that refuge;
bidding pillar;
I cannot now draw back.
Your eyes meet mine. You see me.
For an electrified moment.
Is it; for the first; the only time?
You see me. Oh my God! My God!
How I shall hence forth suffer.
For this meeting at a compulsive distance.
Will haunt into decades decayed time.
A chance meeting? A chance meeting?
For you is nothing.
Seconds frozen (I only suffer?) .
Will haunt long;
into gentle heart won;
love lost time. You wave smile.
Only your perfect innocent face.
Could light up eternity.
Like that. Light up. My heart.
(Traitor dead within me.
Killed. Self tortured.)
Like that. Such beauty.
Your puzzled?
An eternity.
Slowly my hand is raised.
Slowly answers back.
I’m gone.
Did you upon reflection?
Ever think back?
Upon such chance meeting?
Did you ever think back?
Every time I saw you.
My heart instantly froze
in lonesome frosted place.
Every time I saw you.
It raced tripped froze.
Without own soul forsaken place.
Images of you swam in mists
of tears hour after wrecked hour.
As days wasted waxed away.
Each chance meeting knowing
with coming day nothing
will has passed between us.
Your leaving
windowed ledge;
means nothing;
upon parting.
Leaving without feeling.
Already your thoughts
climb onward
away from fevered mine.
Inward, naked, stripped bare,
while she, moves; ever receding away.
I am alone. In crowds of aloneness.
In crowds; absolute aloneness.
In crowds; condemning heartfelt;
self excluded; exiled aloneness.
I live. I live. I live.
Never craved ray;
of needed warmth;
reaches silently out;
in heart-string comfort.
From thee to mannequin me.
My eyes
avoid avoid
desperately fleetingly;
your burning beauty;
at every turn.
As I try to escape
your presence
imprinted
before mine eyes
branded upon
my very soul.
Heart divided
upon itself
cannot stand.
Black and cold
is bitter blood
that ebbs
between torn
apart halves.
Weeks pasted
shaking; like frail autumn leaf.
Years passed
still there is no heartfelt peace.
All epitaph
leaves have grave ground fallen.
Still there is no heartfelt peace.
Now ring-barked tree
is lost in frozen bitter winter.
Life is stripped bark bare.
Majestic tree is lost in eternal winter.
My life is frozen twisted bare.
In season sap sunk cold chill rain.
I am frozen chill stripped bare.
While years
apart you resort in summer heat.
Burn brown
bare upon resort bright Black Sea beach.
Life embodied
supermodel your eyes smolder summer heat.
Your beauty still flares ever more perfect.
Lit with true inner;
compassionate humane flame.
I still seek retreat.
I still seek retreat.
In your bare legged; summer beauty
your loveless kiss would be;
is a brand upon my cheek.
Across an ocean
from you and more.
I still seek retreat.
An ocean cold
turbulent deep
filled my tears I cried.
During your time of joyous
sweltering summer heat.
In numb frozen;
winter coldness;
I cried. I cried salt tears.
While your body
ever beautiful danced
in summer sensual heat.
In rocky winter I cried.
Frozen upon a fossil beach.
While you danced coupled
in fresh bare summer heat.
Your body is a stunning torture
to see to hear to speak.
Your body is an exquisite torture
to see to hear to speak.
For other men you laugh you speak.
Still. But long ago.
In glacial winter. I fell dead.
In full retreat. Unseen. Unloved.
I feel dead upon crushed snow.
I fell dead; upon bitter; down trodden snow.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XVIII
HE LAMENTS THAT HIS LOVE IS DEAD
My love is dead, dead and in spite of me,--
Dead while I lived,--while yet my blood was rife
With hope and pleasure and the pride of life.
For my love ended unexpectedly
During the Winter, stricken like a tree
By a night's cold, and frozen to the blood,
Whose leaves fell off and never were renewed
By any promise of the years to be.
And, when the Spring came, and the birds, to mate
Among its branches, lo! they found it bare,
Though all around was Summer in the wood.
Yet they took heart awhile, incredulous
That such a tree should be for ever dead.
``'Tis early yet,'' they cried. ``The Spring is late.
It shall still be as in the days that were.''
But Summer came and went while the tree stood
Bare in the sun like a deserted house.
--Then the birds suddenly despaired and fled.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Eternal winter
Winter came and would not leave
It’s been too long since I have felt
This darkness knows only 1 weave
An ice so hard, it cannot melt
It’s all that fills my hollow soul
A soul stripped bare like winter’s heart
A half that will never be whole,
Yet lives for that one missing part
My days are empty in my wake
Deserted of all need or meaning
A cold routine I cannot break
Too numb, too late, my heart is weeping
At night I lie alone in bed
With only Silence by my side
For long ago have we been wed
His frozen arms enclose his bride
I gave up waiting for a sign
I can no longer show my rage
My sanity is on the line,
Yet I embrace this dead-cold cage
And so I sit thinking of love
The irony none can comprehend
I relish my eternal winter
And pray for summer once again.
poem by Diva Khoury
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To Each a Season
Summer kisses Winter's Hands
thereby warming them
as she takes her hair
and wraps him
in the midst of the blowing gale;
her arms reach out
to his icy branches
giving a spark to each sleeping bud
awaking each from its frozen winter encasement.
But Winter's Heart
is cold indeed
whispering to her in her ministrations
'I am Winter and Winter is my fate;
from my icy cradle
Spring is born
and I must not miss her birth.'
Summer was angry.
'Am I not more fair than she?
Have I not given you solace
in your icy retreat?
Have I not offered you much more than she?
If I withdraw my succorings
where would you be? '
'I would' Winter said
'Winter be.'
With that Summer took her Golden Hair
threw it back upon her beautiful shoulders
asking herself 'Where is the gratitude? '
Winter reached with his thin cold fingers
uttering,
'Summer is too warm for me because without
my wild blizzard face I lose my Winter Grace and Winter's dignity-
becoming only melting ice;
discarded slush
snow-flake crushed
and I would wander
my melting realm
and seep into muddy ground,
gone.'
'I understand' Summer said
'Spring, when you put it that way
seems a better bride for you since
she kisses your icy buds
slowly bringing them to blossoming
and I would perhaps apply too much heat
too soon;
they would be born flower wilted
'I understand, ' she said
flying away
'yet I am still sad.'
Below
Winter held his arms high
to welcome
the smell of
Springs breezes
not knowing
Summer in coming to him
had sacrificed her own season
and lay dead
beneath Winter's snow
unknown to him;
because indeed her love was so great
she had given up
her own Summer season.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In another time of year
There are autumn leaves
creaking under my shoes,
some of the trees are stripped bare
and the wind has a chill
that cuts right through all my clothes.
It is as if the whole of nature longs
for leaves to be hanging on branches,
for a bright hot sun,
and for rain to come at the right time
but when I am with you
it’s as if we
are in another time of year
where no cold winds blow
and you cuddle me in your sunny world.
When I hear your heart beat
through your bare body,
your skin clings possessively against mine,
I see suns living in your eyes,
you lead me to a magical garden
and I wonder what has to happen
to make our spring
a summer?
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Beauty We Ignore
I am the beauty
The beauty in the summer *the heat*
We ignore it
.
I am the beauty
The beauty in the winter *frozen cold*
We ignore it
.
I am the beauty
The beauty in the fall *dying life*
We ignore it
.
I am the beauty
The beauty in the spring *birth of nature*
We ignore it
.
I am earth
I bare all seasons
And you ignore me
poem by Victoria Martinez
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Now is The Winter With Trees Stripped Naked
Now is the winter with trees naked
when there is cold and sifting rain,
stripped bare without leaves
and then you first come past and then to me
like a sun rising over the horizon
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet, laughing and glad
and your company is full of fun
in bands of gathering fog.
Now is the winter with trees naked
cutting off every ray and light
and I know our time is only borrowed,
like a sun rising over the horizon
but stopping the rays in this winter,
in a cold world without hope or pity,
stripped bare without leaves
where you shake out your hair like a dog does with rain,
whereupon I take the clips from your hair
and I know our time is only borrowed
but your are glorious like a poster
and for long moments time is missing.
Now is the winter with trees naked
with bliss descending between us
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes
whereupon I take the clips from your hair
and I see your beauty
our passion goes to practical reality,
stripped bare without leaves
we shine like the world outside in vulnerability like rainbows,
where passion sweeps us away from uncovering
and you are only mine, with soft lips and big eyes
pretty, pure and untouched
in moments of ecstasy without fatigue.
Now is the winter with trees naked
stripped bare without leaves
and I am totally lost in you.
and then you first come past and then to me,
where passion sweeps us away from uncovering
with a yellow raincoat, your pants splashed wet, laughing and glad.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Tragic Love Story
can't hardly catch my breath words has frozen to cold something is missing
i've find it out it was you i've lost you
sadness distress memory
far but un spoken
we come
heartstrings plays upon tears fall slowly
heart to heart crys one last tears heartfelt
breaking slowly as your gone
my feelings dies slowly softhly the heart stopped beating dies slowly inside of me
softhly
heart reading like a story goes from heart warming that we kisses passion
a flashing back when you take my hand against your heart thoughts of emotions of your love i fell everything my heart desires
i felt a kind soft heart soft tinder kisse captured the central of our souls and heart the love was true pull us in
you obviously a man in one real nature
one feel a great sadness and distress
it broke my heart to let you go
from loving you as him leting you go
bare one's heart and soul
by change of heart his with another
his closer then near to
tears my heart out memory
i've crys in tears have you heard it all this year did i've sleept for years or is it just a dream
hearing voices sound like your is it you or its my mind that plays a sound and my ears to hear
poem by Putri Misnia Shary Bahri
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Lord
I stood on the edge of love and life
And chose the mediocrity of numb
Are you watching me?
I want to know who you are
I want to know what you are
I want to see what you see
I want to understand why I'm me
My story began without my consent
But the journey has been your intent
I got broken some place
Went back in time
Still don't know where
The wound made me a promise
'I will never heal'
I gave you my heart and cried 'Fix me'
My violet died, nothing that came after
that was worth a damn
Too many presents that missed your
presence
Too few answers to forgotten questions
If I'm lost, dead and need a helper
You are all my heart remembers
In the chill of winter's cruel
You are my thaw that brings me spring
Winter's here again LORD
My eyes were blind and ears sharp
When I heard you this say:
The pain, the joy
The love, the ache
The poems, the grief
The summer, the winter
The cacophony, the symphony
The loneliness, the happiness
The break, the mend
The heart, the mind
The life, your life, my life
I pull my heartstrings
And make the purest music
My love, your heart, a frame
In time, you'll see...you'll see...
You broke, I picked
The pieces, my mosaic
The mosaic...a perfect picture of you and me.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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My Dark Valentine
Be my dark valentine.
Never let me see the light of day again, torture me.
Break me in two and never think of me again.
Leave me to rot in the dark of your shadow
That constantly stands over me.
Murder me in your voice; never let me breathe another word.
Be my sinful valentine.
Take me and treat me like an animal,
Toss and beat me to your hearts desire.
Rape me brutally, take me into your arms
And make me believe im still alive.
Let me see the sin that glows strongly in your eyes, sin with me.
Never look back and just enjoy the moment.
Take pleasure in me, do as you want.
I wish to be used.
Be my black valentine.
Drag me down to hell where you slumber,
Let me into your midnight soul.
The wind rushes through me as we spend time in the shadows that you cast.
Never do i wish to see light again.
Kill me and make me like you, scared of the light,
Scared to believe in good. Haunt me;
Stay in my thoughts always even if they are suicidal.
I would give my life for you my valentine.
I can see the way you think.
I know how you seduce people with your eyes of emerald and heart of stone.
Be my fallen valentine.
Forever crashing down to the endless abyss that we call life.
Don’t struggle, just fall.
I would choke on my own words just to let you fall,
Just to see you crash. Never am i good enough,
I don’t want to be good enough, I want to be abused and taken.
Make this cold heart of mine feel pain, make it feel again.
Controlled by severe thoughts, dont turn me back.
Be my demonic valentine.
Molest me, rape me have fun with me.
I have nothing to feel anymore either way you choose.
The wave of shadows has crashed down on me
And caused me to drown in forgotten promises.
Poison me in the words that you speak like the viper,
Bit me and let the venom surge through my veins.
Be my broken valentine;
Break me in two
Just as your own heart was cracked straight down the center.
Stare me in the eyes and let me know you are in pieces,
Cut by the shards of ice from your frozen tears
That you have cried from others.
Forced to love in a cave,
Never to know how real love is.
Make me frozen in fear so my tears can slice my heart.
Be my dark valentine.
poem by Andi Jakobs
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College love encounter
If you are who I think you are, your face, your name
I may be lost, not knowing, not to be who I am
Such a swift unexpected encounter to bare in my face
It brings all past passions confusions back to surface
Well at first sight I wonder how life have been with you
Are you happy? that I should thus be happy too
For still my heart regards your weal
Warmly, as it was wont to do, as always was thus its will
I am unconsciously courteous unable to suppress my brimming sighs
The piercing melting power of your eyes
A vision I always longed and dread to see
It now brings the old havoc and tremble all over me
Oh dear; let it be short, adieu I must away
While you are blest I will not repine
For near you, I still can never Longley stay
My heart would soon again crave to make you mine
For years I wondered whether time or pride
Had quenched at length the youths flame
Nor knew till this hasty random meeting on street side
My heart in all save hope and expectations the same
Yet I am calm in this ghastly encounter, I knew the time
My chest would thrill and rebel against your look
Well, well by chance we meet and not a nerve is shook
As thus love of youth frozen encapsulated in its prime
I notice the gaze upon your face
yet we meet with no confusion there
One only feeling could you trace
the sullen calmness of despair
Away, away I brush my early dream
remembrance, reminiscence sleep again never awake
Oh I bagged life not to be derailed but back to its daily routine stream
Oh foolish heart be still, stop torturing my soul, if you rebel you again break
Thus lady of past early youth love
I must view your charms no more
For as long as this encounter lingers as the heaven above
I sigh for all I felt and experience before
In short I shall be surely wise
To escape from temptation snare
Your beauty and charm with years of patina is my paradise
I cannot view you, without the wish of re dwelling there
As Adam was expelled from Eden bowers
A moment I lingered near college paradise gate
Recalling the scenes of happy vanished lost hours
And bade myself to curse my future fate
But wondering through life long years
I learnt to bare my load of grief
Just gave a sigh to my vain pangs and tears
And found to me remedy, recovery relief
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Summer Fire
Summer's Eyes shine
sublimely
penetrating deep in ocean
mine
tattoos upon my consciousness
which Summer illuminates
but she, too, burns
from giving more heat
than I can withstand
a searing of my soul
I, am, the moth to her flame;
a supplicant
intoxicated by her Summerness
her Sherazade
her Red Burning Flower
her mere attention;
I chased her light
but was consumed by her heat
seared heart returning time and time again
to her cobalt inferno kiss..
She was my incendiary addiction
from which I tried
time and time again to retire
from her and her fire
which attracted me so-
the lady with the red hair
and green eyes-
my Summer fix.
But now I look rather to
those with Spring's touch
No fault of Summer here
she was captured and bound inside her own lovely bloom,
but I had to recognize
in fact
I'm more at ease
with Spring's Empathies
than with fiery Summer flowerings.
The many chased after Summer's Heat
But now I know I am more suited
to relish Spring's offerings;
than Summer's Insouciance
rather than her too ripened,
too wise Summer flower
over-sure of its own beauty
oblivious of Moths and Flames.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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May-December Kisses
She is a flower given
in summer time,
full of ocean-ness;
it's vastness swims
in her eyes.
She moves soft winds before her;
floating lightly;
shiny new
with a young soul
touched only by sentiments
innocent;
all experience her delight.
She has never known Mean Love,
only Love Requited.
Joy seldom comes to the Stapled Heart
and hers has never been.
I am older than she;
I am mangled innocence;
yet still I crave what I see-
her soft putty etherealness;
her purity.
I am the Winter Bulb
underground;
she, summer sun
warming ocean waters.
I need to know
is her heart,
and my dark bulb
together
yet fertile?
What irony
meeting brings
in words wandering
cross pages
when she says;
'I love you.'
My Winter and her Spring
were clutched in her Hearts First
meandering
into Love's Realm.
When individuals
invest
their best souls
and their best
summer flailings
we must perforce
measure the fit.
She is the rare soul not potted yet
not yet a bulb a'growing
yet before me now
professing
to love my old soul
covered by
winter ground
frozen.
I ponder and say to her:
'whisper me
just one word,
your soul's summer smells
inhaled,
your bouquet refreshing
my dusty soil;
my winter eyes greying.
I am mighty stirred
by youthful seeds
yours;
which arrive with summer's souling-
fitful winds blowing
innocence
which coaxes old flowers
to new blooms.
But I am, '
I said
'I am
too old for you
but not for Summer's kiss
and planted her cheek
with my Winter kiss
and set her free
to sail
Summer Winds
to find her own
true,
younger Prince
closer to her own age.
And I died
surely that day
having forfeited life's Last Love Note
for Youths Future Bliss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Enigma: Part II (Loose Form)
I. I saw the past flee from me
leaving puddles of memories-
(memories and sadness, salt and pepper
bread and butter) -
How close we were together;
the Glenn and Iris in September
II.The ocean swelled and crashed on the rocks
We made love not unlike the sea
The winter was cold, frozen in love
when she chose to leave me
And all my seed fell frozen
and all my dreams lay shaken bare
III. For February fallen and March ascending...
long tears, soft wails subdued with shivers
There are stars out tonight whose light
is older than first love
has endured through a void and cold
and comes to me softly with comfort
IV. There will be a dawn, there will be a healing
There will be new song, new hope and heart
As long as Irish pipes play and wooden flutes...
As long as there are walks at the end of day
Secret gardens where little girls play
As long...as long...
V. I drape sadness like a quilt about me
and dwell on being small
I'm not saying I'm overwhelmed
not saying I'm understood
Just saying a promise is a robin
on a snow covered lawn
VI. Too much in the band-
standing on a corner downtown
Walking in surf's foam early one summer's morn-
A train whistle blows forlornly
in a dream I have
And someone has been coming
for me all these years
VII. Was it all wasted?
Was it something more than we know?
A cup of tea in the morning,
on the table lines of rhyme
and some time...
The supreme enigma.
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Summer's Song
It's the summer
The heat beats down on us
And there's nothing to do
Just watching the ocean right through
People are coming in and some are leaving
To get away, from the blazing sun
It's a chance to get away
Be gone, gone, gone
Your packing up, ready to go
You still don't know
And I still can't show
That I'm scared
Waking up and realizing your not there
Never had the courage, blinded by fear
Maybe, in this summer song
You'll know how I feel, all along
It's the summer
The heat beats down on us
And there's nothing to do
Just watching the ocean right through
You'll be far away, different places
Miles I can't bare to say
All I can do is hope your okay
As times slows down
Summer is here
The last one we'll have
The last one, to ourselves
Because you've got to go
Your excited, got what you wanted
Finally got what you deserve
I'll be waiting for your return
Tonight, our kiss will burn
It's the summer
The heat beats down on us
And there's nothing to do
Just watching the ocean right through
In this summer song
poem by Grant Lovell
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Heat Of Summer, Heated Love.
Summer's heat can swelter and melt...
As summer's heat may simmer as weld.
Some summer's heat can burn as long...
This summer's heat can impel a song.
Summer's heat can cook and bake...
Summer's heat of life can take.
Boil and broil a heart so hot...
A summer's heat can break that romanceful knot.
This heat of summer can smoulder and rot.
Anger's heat, heats up my libido's furnace...
This love of summer can invoke to heart, a loving furnish.
Love of summer brings to mind, a resurgance of love...
Summer's sun may bathe one and all with heat fro' above.
Summer's heat can bring to beaches and swimming pools...
Visions of women in bikinied thongs, these things my eyes do love.
poem by Michael Gale
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Summer Time Blues
Try to add perfumes to your minds to meet me there,
The summer is here and it is with the blues;
You are not alone on this hot summer night.
We havethe natural fragrant to keep us going,
The summer time blues to swing with the muse;
You are not alone without the blues.
Scents for your love,
Mid-Summer-Night blues to your taste;
Enjoy the summer with the safety of numbers.
Summer time blues,
The fragrant of love to keep you going;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Summer time blues,
The summer of a muse;
Summer time blues,
The summer of a poem;
With relationships that moves you up.
Summer time blues,
With the heat waves to crown the day;
Perfume your body to meet up to the act.
Let us visit Copacabana and Ipanema this summer,
Of the rocky promontory at sight to give you hope;
Like the summer time blues with your lover.
It is summer time,
Visit the beaches to see things for yourselves;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
Meet me there and touch me with your heart.
A summer time love with the blues,
Like the golden grape of my soul;
Summer is the essence of a colourful life.
The sense of reality in times like this,
The heat with love to share with others;
Where the hearts of lovers do meet like,
One's love never touched before.
Summer time blues is all about this muse,
A time of love to share with your lover;
Summer, summer, summer time! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Four Seasons Of Loneliness
4 Season of Loneliness"
I long for the warmth of days gone by,
When you were mine,
But now those days are memories in time.
Life's empty without you by my side.
My heart belongs to you, no matter what I try.
When I get the courage up to love somebody new,
It always falls apart 'cause they just can't compare to you.
Your love won't release me,
I'm bound under ball and chain,
Reminiscing our love, as I watch four seasons change.
CHORUS:
In comes the Winter breeze,
That chills the air and drifts the snow.
And I imagine kissing you under the mistletoe.
When Springtime make it's way here,
Lilac blooms reminds me of the scent of your perfume.
When Summer burns with heat I always get the hots for you,
Go skinny dipping in the Ocean where we used to do.
When Autumn sheds the leaves the trees are bare,
When you're not here,
It doesn't feel the same.
Remember the nights when we closed our eyes,
And vowed that you and I would be in love for all time.
Anytime I think about these things I shared with you,
I break down and cry 'cause I get so emotional.
Until you release me I'm bound under ball and chain,
Reminiscing our love, as I watch four seasons change.
REPEAT CHORUS.
This loneliness, has crushed my heart,
Please let me love again.
'Cause I need your love to comfort me and ease my pain,
Or 4 seasons will bring,
The loneliness again.
song performed by by Boyz II Men
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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4 Seasons of Loneliness
I long for the warmth of days gone by
When you were mine
But now those days are memories in time
Life's empty without you by my side
My heart belongs to you
No matter what I try
When I get courage up to love somebody new
It always falls apart cause they just
Can't compare to you
You love won't release me
I'm bound under ball and chain
Reminiscing our love as I watch four season's change
[Chorus: ]
In comes the winter breeze
That chills the air and drifts the snow
And I imagine kissing you under the mistletoe
When springtime makes its way here
Lilac blooms reminds me of the scent of your perfume
When summer burns with heat
I always get the hots for you
Go skinny dippin' in the ocean where we used to do
When autumn sheds the leaves the trees are bare
When you're not here it doesn't feel the same
Remember the nights when we closed our eyes
And vowed that you and I would be in love for all time
Anytime I think about these things is shared with you
I break down and cry cause I get so emotional
Until you release me I'm bound under ball and chain
Reminiscing our love as I watch four seasons change
[Chorus]
This loneliness
Has crushed my heart
Please let me love again
Cause I need your love to comfort me and ease my pain
Or four seasons will bring the loneliness again
[Chorus ]
song performed by by Boyz II Men from Evolution
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I love you no more
I love you no more
I run from you at every open door
When I think of you my blood is cold
My tears are dry, my days grow old
I deem myself without you an empty life
A state of constant, stale, and vain strife
My hands start to shake
My skeleton rattles to break
And my heart is torn to pieces
My chest bursts
My veins explode
Drag me behind a galloping horse
Roll me from mountain heights
Turn off on me the world's lights
I will hear your voice no more
It will echo in the chamber of my heart
Lingering my pain, burning my flesh
Pounding my head, dashing my soul
I will bring you flowers no more
The sun from the sky has disappeared long
The birds among the trees stop their song
The cat had changed its voice in its corner crumbled
The dog had barked at me in dismay; I trembled
And my heart cries for mercy
My throat is choked with a strange disease
No medicine can redeem its ease
I will stop an ocean from flow
I will quench the volcano mountain from glow
I will block an avalanche or a whirling rain
But it is all in vain
No rest, No escape from your love
From your laugh
From your face
From your little perfect frame.
By foul, starry night I lingered on the damp lawn
for underfoot the hub was dry
And genial warmth, and over the sky
The silky haze of summer drawn
By its edge only one light cloud left
A reminder of the storm that passed
Of the love we lived of the life we shared
That came to an end
That was so soon cut short
Before we had time to grow old together
To feel to grasp the glory of the moment
The splendor of our rose
Pour acid on my face, guillotine my head
Announce to the world that I am dead
Cut the olive tree and shape my coffin
Chose the spot and dig my grave
Dig it deep beneath the earth
So I will avoid your laugh
So I will not hear your steps
Yet I doubt of all of this will help
You are imprinted in my soul
My grave is not an escape at all.
The bats went round endlessly in fragrant summer skies
And wheeled over and lit the filling shapes
That haunt the dusk with ermine capes
And woolly breasts and beaded eyes
An odd hunger seized my heart, so as if I only read
Of that glad years which once had been
In those fallen leaves which reaped their green
And now lie brown on the ground dead
And strangely on the silence around me broke
The silent speaking words, and strange
was love's dumb cry defying, ignoring our life's change
To test our worth to scrutinize the words we spoke
I am out of faith, of vigor, of bold, of walk of breath of dwell
No hope in sight, no wishing well
I live on doubts that drive the coward back
As if my life has no start no end no track
For suggestions to my inmost all
And all at once it seemed at last
The living soul, the solutions of all was flushed
But it is all too late, my love
Our love was brought to its final rest
Around its grave the flowers will grow and spread
Like infants peeping over a coffin of the dead
And my heart is sobbing
My soul sails in sea of sore and grief
An endless torture under unbreakable lease
I seek the strength in lying
Turn off the lights I am dying
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Hells not hot its cold
Cold why is my heart so cold in the inferno of mans sins.
My heart has gone black, in this frozen pillar of ice.
My heart can’t beat anymore, in this place where love dies.
My heart isn’t strong anymore, weekend by these everlasting frozen tears.
My heart isn’t alive, where the dead are still breathing.
Coldness is what I feel, coldness is what God made to match my heart.
poem by Beating Tree
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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