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Am I the only one with scores of poems about unrequited love? Such torment is like gold to poets  If you have ever written poems about someone that they will never see, been in love with someone who will never know, or who you can never be with, post them here---lets see what kind of love-tortured writers are lurking around here!

I like your candor. Degrading attitudes (chicks are just bitches/hoes, dudes are bling machines who prove their might only by banging chicks and beating ppl) run the risk of being normalized to the point of children aspiring to be only that, mimicking the behaviors they see on TV (I'm in Canada) and not valueing themselves and their potential. Kudos for being pissed off and vocal on this issue-- both women and men should be!

"The Master and the Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov is a awesome, Devil visits Soviet Union,
Saw a great stage production of Gogol's short story "The Overcoat" recently too, love it.

thats pretty

Sisikill that line

"and before you know it you are playing a game of whack-a-mole with your thoughts" just cracks me up, i can identify!

and Vescucci,
in heaven i imagine that in addition to new colours, we have new senses with which to experience them, like suddenly we can hear the difference in shades of purple, ok that sounds wierd now that i write it down, ramblings,

Alright, Cbase[/b], the coup has been postponed
With that rhyme you spun, you secured your throne!
Representing sons of the soil and bards toiling hard
Your tales of feasts promise just reward

Born from a supernova, I’m a daughter of the sky
singing intergalactic lullabies
I rode to earth on a shockwave cascade
Shooting through the milky way
like a stellar grenade
My astral body exploded on impact
leaving my earthly one intact
Though its been days
since I played
on this thread I am back!

"If I could,
I would kiss Myself; Yes,
And no one would despise me.
For my voice is sweet,
and my face, lovely."

That is just classic. Love it!

nice Cbase!

With that rhythm you’ve been taught to flow
I got caught up in the undertow
you spit rhymes faster than chicks spend dough
Words shot sharp and straight as an arrow

Lets not leave you all alone
Reluctantly ruling from your rhythm throne
Someone stage a coup, sneak up and steal the crown!
The poor king would rather read than lead the town

Hamlet for sure. "Get thee to a nunnery!" a timeless line-- poor Ophelia,

tyor:

lol, yes well love can make ppl pathetic sometimes. It's an original story, they got married in 2005 and she kept all the letters.

Damn. Way to capture the raw animal beauty of sex without making it just trashy. Especially loved the lines:

"As climax hits I hear the orchestra
I listen to the flute in her moan
The trombone enters smoothly to welcome her in
The trumpets blow at the quiver of her skin"

There was a girl who dated an abusive man for years while she was in university. Having a difficult time with a symbolic logic class she was taking, a friend recommended a tutor to her. The tutor (who was 2 yrs older) taught her patiently and seemed to give her endless amounts of extra homework which he would painstakingly correct, and insisted on providing her extra lessons before tests, often materializing at a café where he knew she studied and approaching with seemingly random logical quandaries, engaging her in endless bouts of philosophical debate. The two didn’t see alot of eachother after the class, but remained friendly and always laughed and argued about politics if they ran into eachother.

A year later, the girl finally mustered up the courage to cut her losses and leave the abusive boyfriend. Soon after news travelled, the tutor came into the coffee shop and walked straight up to her table, telling her he had a logical/ethical dilemma. He flat out said that he had been madly in love with her since the first time they had spoke, and that he had been in agony watching her stay in that bad relationship, but wanted to be respectful of her, so never said anything, and was still not sure if he should be doing so.

Well, the LAST thing she wanted was ANYTHING to do with men again, so she told him he should leave her alone, and that she was not interested in any love business. After a week of him calling and sending houseplants to her new apartment, she firmly told him that he was not allowed to contact her again until he was no longer in love with her. He mailed her one last letter that simply said, if you change your mind, go to locker #--- in the Comp. Sci building on campus, combination # ------.

For the next month and a half, much to her surprise, she could not stop thinking about the tutor. Through all of the dark times in her relationship, she realized that she had a constant friend, who had always been there for her, quietly on the sidelines. By the end of six weeks without seeing or speaking to him, she went to the locker. She was amazed when she looked inside: there was a letter written to her for every single day in that month and a half. Some of them were passionate love letters, some simply tales from his childhood, or funny cartoon pictures and clippings from the paper with highlighted pieces that he thought she’d find interesting. She knew then that she was falling in love with him too, and that is where it all began.

He proposed 3 months later.

Oh, nerd love!

Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden (based on the true story of two Ojibwes from Canada that fought in WW1) beautifully written story of friendship, war, spirituality.
I recommend it for sure!! He also writes great short fiction, lots of modern twists on traditional (cdn) tales.

O.K. here is a sappy poem I wrote when separated from the one I loved!

How then shall I answer,
When the dense fog beckons
Your name heavy upon its breath
When the sea’s raging tide
In retreat seems to sigh
With your tired angel’s voice:
Come to me, come to me

How then shall I answer, love
When I awake
To the wind’s hollow bellied ache
Where echoes of your laughter linger
Until the night makes its soft death into dawn
Each day seems a decade
When you're gone, when you're gone

Each moment
An endless, beautiful torment
The sky’s sad face shines with stars
Like tears in your absence
When my bed is a cold and broken ship
And your name escapes from my own parched lips
How then shall I answer?

vivid, moving, complex. Read this over a few times! Thanks for sharing.

beautiful poem