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Broken

This poem was again inspired by the way men often treated women during the Regency Era. However, this is also inspired by all those modern heroines whose motto is “don’t get mad-get even!”

Broken
Cold creeps in, stops the beat,
Stop the heart, stop the heat,
A skip in the rhythm, empty space,
Nothing left to fill the place,
Keep looking forward, eyes up high,
Yet burn a hole in the open sky,
Jealously, anger, green-eyed hate,
I leave you here, to your empty fate,
Walk on past, ignore the taunt,
It’s him, my vengeful ghost will haunt,
If I go down, you’re coming too,
Melting in a witches brew,
Your cold, hard heart may tease me still,
But I know how to melt the chill,
My heart is broken, eyes are blank,
For this new-found spirit, you I thank,
For if you had not hurt me so,
I would still be the one you know,
But now I’m better, faster, stronger,
And I am weak for no longer.

This story is about a player (a rake during the Regency Era) who caused a woman to fall in love with him. He left her but upon realising that she loved him he taunts her, flaunting his new girl at every opportunity and so on.

However, this is written from the girl’s point of view. This is story is showing how her love to turns to hate and how she becomes both hateful and vengeful in the rebound from a broken heart. It’s a story about how she turns herself from someone who would have been hurt by her former suitor’s taunts to one who simply plans to bring him down!

Something I bet we can all relate to. Enjoy.

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Hurt

This poem was inspired by a load of Jane Austen films I’ve been watching recently..and a lot of films and books ever created about that era.

Think about all the fancy balls these people went to and how often people had to marry for money rather than love. Imagine a jilted woman, watching as the one she loves dances with his new love and tries to avoid her. Then imagine that the jilted girl knows that the girl this man is in love with, doesn’t return his feelings just as he didn’t return the jilted woman’s feelings. Think about how the jilted woman, the wallflower, would feel about that man, think about how she would hate him and laugh at him and then try to make him pity her by revealing to him exactly how what he has done has affected her. Imagine her tell him that she has broken her heart…permanently.

Hurt

I look at you and watch you flirt,
Laugh as around me you can skirt,
I feel your love for the other girl,
And feel the rage in my heart unfurl,
Your lovesick self can turn from me,
But I am the one, who holds the key,
For I know something that you don’t,
Can say the words your loved one won’t,
Her heart belongs to another love,
Still she you are unworthy of,
You said you loved, that you were mine,
And now you are hurt by your own design,
You should have thought before you fell,
If she was more than a simple belle.

My message is a simple one,
To tell you just what you have done,
I’ll not let another close to me,
From love I shall forever flee,
See now I know what I should fear,
The salty taste of a fallen tear.


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