No more hope from mefor something that cannot be
Yet I hold on...so sad
can't set my feelings free
To something that we shared
but you took away from me
But why? Was it never meant to be...
Searched for the flame we shared
now its disappeared
If only you could feel
the depth of how I cared
how much I longed to share...
Your ignorance of my pleas
has made it clear to me
our time together is over...
I opened up my heart to see
how you have chosen it to be
that you and I together
again will never be...
And I fear your love and desire
Now burn in another's fire...
Is there nothing left for me?
Poem: Dianne
17 comments:
Please don't be shy friends...leave a comment...this is the last of my heartbreak poems...time to let go and move on...I've had enough sadness to last me the rest of my life. ♡
you know ..
he's probably really and truly not worth it anyway ..
he's probably has holey undies ..
he might even have a pimply derriere..
halitosis ..
gaseous ..
maybe he even picks his nose while driving in the car thinking that nobody can see him ..
scratches himself in unseemly
places while out in public ..
..
etc., etc., ad infinitum ..
Lovely poem. I read your kind note to Colonel Brandon at his Nature Diary this morning and wanted to visit you.
I hope you will write one last poem in which you truly let go. Your comment above says that you are ready to move on and you've had enough sadness. I'd like to hear about that, and I suspect putting it into a poem may make it even more real for you, too.
I'd like to read a poem that says your feelings are free. You certainly don't have to be bitter or vengeful like some of the country western singers (I'm looking at Carrie Underwood) but a little humour can help mend a broken heart. Who cares if this man's desire "burns in another's fire?"
I've found - and so did my mother, widowed at 65 when Dad died - that we often find someone with whom we can share love when we're not looking, when we're focused on something we love (no, I'm not talking your cats!) - in your case, perhaps art. If I may purloin your profile caption and alter it a bit, Make it a better world, Dianne, and then someone will want to share it with you.
Affectionately,
FF
mine says
she don't care
where i find the spark,
but the log goes in only one fire
hey, the pope has holy undies...
<3s to dianne
/t.
Re Russian garlic: they have it here:
http://www.garlicfarmsales.com.au
Pricey, though.
Lol Foamie my dearest,
you always make me smile and laugh and now I cant stop laughing when I think about all of those faults you have pointed out to me and I am getting a mental picture. :)
He is a lovely guy,yes truly...despite the fact that he doesn't want me or see what hes missing out on by rejecting me...I have many endearing qualities.
Thats just it I wouldn't know, as you cant really tell through the computer monitor.
I wouldn't mind holey undies as long as they were clean,as long as he was clean and I don't really care for the other problems and bad habits you mentioned though from the longstanding communication he and I had I suspect not.
But I will never know will I?
Thanks for cheering me up. ♡♡
you are a Heartbreaker ;)
nice poem Dianne.
Thank you for visiting me Fantastic Forrest and for your kind words of encouragement.
I do hope to write another poem soon, one that will express feelings of being free from heartache and sadness...because I am so tired of feeling this way, I want to feel happiness.
I am not a bitter or vengeful person, I'm just hurt and disappointed at the moment and searching for answers which don't seem to be forthcoming.
I really don't know with whom this mans love and desire burn, I have tried to make this work but it has all been one sided.
You get to the stage where you just give up trying when you get no response or loyalty...you get tired of being ignored, hurt and realise you are wasting your time...I don't want to hurt him but I wonder if he ever thinks of how much he is hurting me.
Funny that I don't want to hurt him when I'm most likely the last person he ever thinks of, if ever.
Yes I have plenty to keep me busy, I do have a few art projects that I need to finish and new ideas I'm thinking of.
I'm sorry that your Dad died and left your Mum at such a young age, yes 65 is the new 50 and I'm pleased that she has found love again.
As you have said sometimes when we are focused on something else but you know I think I am probably better off on my own, I have been for such a long time now.
Thank you again. Dianne x ♡
Yes /t. my dear,
love and passion should only burn in one fire and I had quite a blaze going and lots of sparks, shame he didn't appreciate what he had. ♡
Yes the Pope does have holy undies, I'm sure they are blessed every day.
Thank you for the <3's here are some ♡ ♡ ♡ for you. <3
Thanks for the link Lee dear, very kind of you I will take a look.
My late Aunt had it growing wild in her herb garden, that's how I found out about the Russian garlic and how nice it is.
I did plant some but eventually it died or disappeared along with my lemon grass plant. ♡
Thanks Ruela dear, I'm pleased you liked my poem. ♡
Me a Heart breaker? No my sweet not now,maybe a few years back though. ;)
Heartbreak, heartfelt. It is good to write it, to get it out of your system, clarify things and then move forward. Not easy. But good.
Onward and upward, I say.
Thanks Lee dear I am trying to get thoughts of him out of my system but it is never easy because we all have those little reminders of how things were or could have been and want them back again.
But then those kind of thoughts are unrealistic, he doesn't feel the same or want me and that hurts so I have to let go.
I would never do anything to hurt him as I care about him as a person, a sensitive kind person and I thought he was a friend...but I wonder if he ever thinks about how much he has hurt me or gives a damn about my feelings for he hasn't shown me much compassion.
Yes time to let go of something that isn't there any more and move on. ♡
A beautiful poem, full of intense and painful passion. Very romantic.
Besos.
Un bonito poema, intenso y repleto de dolorosa pasión. Muy romanticista.
Thank you my dear friend Leovi , yes I was hurt back then when this poem was written and could not feel any hope but time heals many wounds and I am fine now...just one of life's lessons. :)
Besos xoxoxo ♡
Gracias mi querido amigo Leovi, sí me duele cuando este poema fue escrito y no podía sentir alguna esperanza para el futuro, pero el tiempo cura las heridas muchas y estoy bien ahora ... sólo una de las lecciones de la vida. :)
Besos xoxoxo ♡
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