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Tired of Guilt

Another poem written by a Jew perhaps suffering from survivor’s guilt.

Tired of Guilt

I can see your face but I know you’re not there,
I know that you are just a nightmare,
I can see in your face the hell you were in,
I can wait simply for hell to begin,
I know it could have been me, who was taken,
And still now I hope only to awaken,
It wasn’t my fault, all were at risk,
All of us suffered, no matter how brisk,
I have suffered long without you to help,
No matter how wild you were, young whelp,
You know that I loved you with all of my heart,
And it broke when we were pulled without mercy apart,
The tears have left empty grooves in my face,
But I have none left for the others to chase,
But I am still here and you are elsewhere,
I can accept it but still we move nowhere,
I shall never forget you but know I must leave,
For also I almost died for what I believe.

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Is Love All We Need?

Love is all we need

An empty heart, I’ve left it all,
It’s time to go, to stand up tall,
No more tears, I’ve used too many,
Empty thoughts, not worth a penny,
Face the door, I have to leave,
No longer am I so naïve,
Must turn my back and grit my teeth,
Feel the ground underneath,
But dare not place a foot too far,
What if this will leave a scar?
Which is better, stay or go?
Won’t leave you at an all-time low,
I want you happy, loved and free,
Not desperate as a honey bee,
If I stay, would it be best?
Or would it be another test?
I love you so I let you go?
God, I love you more than you could know,

But if love is all we need to live,
Why is it we must forgive?
If love is all we need to thrive,
Why was it we could just survive?
If love is all we need to stay,
Why do we have the urge to stray?
If love is all we need to own,
Why do I feel so all alone?

This was inspired by all those films where one of the partners ups and leaves. This is an attempt to show their point of view rather than the view of the partner left behind.
I just fancied writing something a little different. Enjoy.


Love Lost

Love

When the sun can clutch the moon,
When the water can cross the dune,
When the shore enchants the sea,
Then shall I stop loving thee.

Lost

When the rays turn into moonbeams,
When the nightmares turn to dreams,
When the waves, the wash condemn,
Then shall I once love again.

These poems were inspired by a Shakespearean poem.It is almost like one poem split into two parts but either can be used separately or together.
This trick is something that I wanted to try…and I think it’s worked quite well. The first verse in particular can be used in various ways, in readings at weddings or in anniversary cards or valentine cards etc.
The trick with this poem is that it is quite vague.
We don’t even know if the two poems are about the same two characters.  Because there isn’t anything to hint at a story apart from first of all a fairytale-style love and then a devastatingly broken heart.
So make up your own story and feel free to tell me about it.


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.


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.


Have I Lost You?

This was inspired by the Haiti earthquake. Thinking about all those people who have lost loved ones and all they want is those loved ones back.

Have I lost you?

If I close my eyes, will I see you there?

If I close my eyes, will the world be fair?

If I close my eyes, will you be home again?

If I close my eyes, will you be home right then?

If I close my eyes, will you be with me once more?

If I close my eyes, will you be just like before?

If I close my eyes, will I hear your voice?

If I close my eyes, will you be here by choice?

But when I open my eyes, I’ll once more be alone,

When I open my eyes, I’ll still have to atone,

When I open my eyes, I’ll have lost you again,

When I open my eyes, you’ll take flight like a wren.

Yet I feel you here, inside of my heart,

Yet I feel you here, so please don’t depart,

Yet I feel you here, my eyes may be closed,

Yet I feel you here, my soul is exposed.

Each verse is four lines long which means this poem has four verses and a title.


Deadly Desire

This poem was inspired by another poem called The Laboratory by Robert Browning. I tried to keep to the same time period that he did but I set the poem in a slightly different setting. I chose a masquerade ball because many people say and think things they ordinarily wouldn’t when they can’t be identified. So obviously emotions such as jealousy and hatred can become more obvious and prominent when your face is covered by a mask than when it is not.

This setting also shows why the persona is so vicious and furious, she’s held everything back and bottled everything up and now…she’s exploded. Enjoy.

One more thing to note is that as I’ve said before the computer won’t allow me to show you the verses in these things. So I’ll tell you that this poem has two verses, each 14 lines long. Sorry.

Deadly Desire

A glittering mask glimmers there,

Those teary eyes affix their stare,

For I am the one who poisoned his heart,

I am the one who pulled them apart,

If I can’t have him, no-one can,

Shouldn’t have pressed her lips to he fan,

I can but hide from the darkest glare,

Can naught but forget this whole affair,

She should never have stolen his soul,

Should never have tried to take control,

I was the one he loved and he held,

She chose the one she shouldn’t have spelled,

Now I will meet them in fiery Hell,

But now I feel no spirit compel.

Bloody heart is forged of ice,

Dare not ask the sinful price,

Must be ruthless in my pain,

To acquire that I wish to gain,

I want his heart, I want her soul,

Heart must be as dark as coal,

Must not let her tears to sway me,

Must give justice just as fairly,

My knife is bloody just for her,

Beneath the blood the edge is grim,

Stab the heart and she won’t be back,

As my soul is dark ebony black,

His love or death is all I require,

For he is the only one I desire.


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