Posts tagged ‘heartache’

June 20, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm




               TRYING TO HOLD ON                                                          

               BUT THE WINDS OF REALITY                                                     


               TOO HARD                                                         

               TOO STRONG                                                    

               THE TENSIONS ARE                                                 

               TOO GREAT                                                       


                 DEMANDS RELEASE                                                          

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June 19, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Covered in Amber
the residue of my tears
washing over my memories
down through the years
from long, long ago,
the dark ages of time 

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June 17, 2017

The Space Between Us, 1989

by Linda Lee Lyberg


The Space Between Us

-Linda Lee Lyberg

There once was a time
When we were so close
We could read each other’s minds
But now these days as the distance grows
You’ve left our love behind.

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June 12, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

it’s really quite a favor
though at times it’s hard to see
it took awhile to see the light
when the message came to me

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May 22, 2017


by braveandrecklessblog

Your eyes are sometimes

All I can think of

When I lie here alone at night

In the bed we used to share

How you used to

Lie here next to me

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April 24, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The seeds of love he planted

grew deeply in my heart

He wrapped his love

around my world

in a romantic

work of art 

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April 22, 2017


by thereluctantpoet


By Charles Robert Lindholm  

 I wish I would

stay angry

the way they say

I should

But I’ve learned

that letting go

makes me feel so good

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June 21, 2016

Upon Some Other Shore

by Renwick Berchild

Next to me is a pillow with a hole I can not fill.
The chill of Memory empties her cup.

It never comes. The fruit rots before the ripening.
The darkness arrives before the dawn and light.

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June 1, 2016

Your Body a Mountain You now Become a Single Thread, Shining

by Renwick Berchild

What is that sound?

A gull’s cry behind a cathedral bell?
A cackle of spark under your kiss?
I strain my ear to listen;
I am smothered under memory.

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March 4, 2016

Passing of a Friend

by graypoet

Writing many times is an outlet for my heart
Often it comes out after over-and-over I start
I don’t always know the beginning or the end
Yet this one comes from the passing of a friend.

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February 17, 2016

As If You Never Left

by 50djohnson

April16 golden storm 002


Missing you so very much as each day goes slowly by

The present is now the future and sometimes makes me cry.

With you no longer around to talk and laugh and dream,

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April 29, 2015


by Karen


Cinnamon (2000 – 2003)

Also Published on 1000 Words

Note: photo is mine and is copyrighted to me.  Please do not use without my express permission.  Thanks.

December 14, 2014

drowning pool

by suicidallyanonymous

You are the ash
in my lungs,
and the split in my lips
[and that’s not a bad thing
-I like scars].

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September 21, 2014

Love Whispers

by Seafarrwide


By Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

The ocean glistened with the warm sun’s kiss
Waves rippled in the breeze another day of bliss
Sandy shores where dancing sunbeams play
Gazing on sand with mornings brilliant rays

Oxygen atoms infuse restoring breeze
Filled with song of birds hovering over the sea
Seagulls swooped and cried in hungry screech
Lover’s names beseeched from the throng on the beach

Sand cradled by rocks from the surrounding deep
Cool shaded earth seemed formed to be,
A quiet haven to rest from a troubled sea

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September 8, 2014


by Seafarrwide


By Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

She sat by the window in her castle tower
Hearing the roar of the deep sea shore
Watching the waves roll in each hour

Dreaming faraway places his ship will stray
Will he forget her in a night or a day
Remembering his kiss on her smooth brow
Feeling the grains of sand trickle by the hour

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April 8, 2014

Big or Broken

by graypoet


We all have someone we know that it applies
How they open their self up to a heartache
Giving all they can to a special someone
Yet in return no effort the other will make.

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February 13, 2014

That Song

by sc0pic

That song
That song
Frequency increasing
Taunts my waking hours
Taunts me in my sleep

That song
That song
That you and I both loved
Pulls me back on good days
Pulls my back to you

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May 1, 2013

A Broken Man’s Vow

by russtowne

It took two bad lungs
And a broken heart
To finally tear
My world apart

Barely alive
In intensive care
Hoping friends would
Visit me there

Most were too busy
To visit at all
To send a card
Or bother to call

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April 6, 2013

Humbled by the ghosts (Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn)

by james left his hat

I notice he comes out

When the moon is full

I tell him so, to hollow eyes

He has a smart reply, just like he always did

When I thought I adored him a little bit

And when he was still alive.

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March 30, 2013

nails for breakfast, tacks for snacks

by suicidallyanonymous

Torn ligaments
and hairline fractures
nestled in the floor
of heartbreak;
just beyond avenues
of cheap driftwood
and sidewalk prophets.

It isn’t every day
she hits rock bottom
with diamond fists;

swallowing words
like flammable vomit.

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February 15, 2013


by suicidallyanonymous

Puppy love.
With every string attached;
dense spiderwebs
of Disney princess depictions
stretched tight
-like hammocks
and ticking clocks.

We never knew when
midnight would take us away.

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February 8, 2013

A Therapeutic Chain of Events

by suicidallyanonymous

I wanted to tell you
about the harmlessness
of inhaling bad days,
because the frost
is what kept you
so perfect.

Someone should murder you
with marionette lullabies,
cutting your eardrums
with copper fingers.

The ocean
seemed a little too violent,
but you were always
aching and empty.
rowboats and oars
seemed a little more
like home.

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