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Moms View Message Board: Short Stories, Poetry and Articles : Heartbreak Poems
I try so hard to please you, But everything I do Just makes a bigger mess of things, And sometimes I hurt you. I want to do my best with you. Instead I do my worst. The things I shouldn't bother with I manage to put first. I guess that I just care too much, Whenever you are near. Although you're always gentle So there's nothing there to fear, But since you mean so much to me I guess I'll always try, But botch up everything instead Until the day I die. B. V. Dahlen ©
Of laughter, I know little Except the smiles in your eyes. My own joy was there When you were happy. But oh so many times, In return for the joy I tried so hard to foster, You would turn And mock my efforts, Call me a fool, Laugh at me. Was that your pleasure? That was my pain. Your laughter, My tears. B. V. Dahlen ©
My female wiles were worthless. The good they've done me nil. I tried with all I have in me, But I have lost you still. My stubbornness was useless, For you were stubborn too. My tears, my pleas, as if to space, went sailing right by you. So now, I guess that I will wait, For time can cure my pain. I must convince my foolish heart. You won't be back again. B. V. Dahlen ©
There in your arms I lay, While the stream beside us Sang it's spring song. There I found peace, and warmth, and love. I felt protected From all that could harm me. That was yesterday. And now, So far from those arms that held me, warmed me, loved me, protected me, I'm so cold and alone, And the night is so long. B. V. Dahlen ©
Last night I lived in memories Of times That I hold Cherished in my heart, The happy hours spent with you, The joy of just being together, Feeling the closeness Of our silent conversations, The smell of grass And pine needles, Wind and dampness, Blossoms and splashing water. So many images Scrolled across my memory, Leaving in their wake That vacuum Known as loneliness. B. V. Dahlen ©
I saw my mood Reflected in a teardrop, Rainbow of gloom And darkfelt sorrow. There, the prism Of my unhappiness. After it was brushed away I felt no better. Why? B. V. Dahlen ©
I've oft' been known to be a fool, To give away my heart, Joyfully, Unaware, Without provocation, Only to discover The gift unwanted, Rejected. I persist. I press the offering, Until at last, Realization strikes me, And I withdraw Wounded into the night. B. V. Dahlen ©
Through the doorway I saw you Relaxed in childlike slumber, Your head cradled in your arms. You dozed while I, With aching wakefulness, Sat, and watched The rise and fall Of you silent breathing. Oh, how I longed To hold your face close to mine, To kiss those sleeping eyes. Then a smile lit your features, And I knew the dream Was not of me, So I turned to the wall And wept. B. V. Dahlen ©
What good are tears? They will not bring you Back to me. Alone in my unhappiness I cry. I'm such a fool. Tears have never Eased my pain before. Why should they now? B. V. Dahlen ©
My emotions are eroded by tears, Pocked by sorrow, Tarnished by the hurt endured. Yet here again I stand On the threshold of giving. Balanced by indecision. Fear roots my eager feet. Remembering the pain, I turn and walk away From my undecided future. B. V. Dahlen ©
To end a love Is not to end loving. A tear will not erase The pain that separation brings, Nor will a smile Banish the sorrow That fills your heart. Time may dim But never tarnish Your memories of him. So cry your tears Or bravely smile. To each her own. I will simply Cherish what was And was briefly beautiful. I'll live with hope Of a brighter tomorrow. B. V. Dahlen ©
The porch lies in shadows while headlights flicker through the blinds. My arm hold you closer, as if to bind you here forever. My eyes are empty. No tears will ease my pain. I feel so helpless, standing here in your arms knowing in a second you'll be gone. My lips are aching for one more kiss, one more assurance that you'll return. Oh, why is it always goodbye? B. V. Dahlen ©
Thanks Bea. My favorite is the PICNIC'S END
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