A couple poems on love for Poetry Pot Luck

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/ My first poem for Poetry Pot Luck

L'amour

Love: A Tragic Poem

Love has never been my friend;

It’s only stupid crushes ’til the end.

I kept looking for someone who understands,

Someone  I could also call a friend.

But my heart has too big a hole;

It’s just something I can’t control.

Love isn’t out there, it’s too far away.

It’s too beautiful, my mind says.

Lonlieness is easier than love,

Crying ever easier than happiness..

Better to remain alone,

My heart a vagrant with no home.


Love: A Semi-Tragic Poem

Love decided to not be my friend,

Since I stole and wrecked his  Benz.

I kept looking for someone who understands,

A friend who’d pay my bail with few demands.

I admit I ran into that pothole and lost control,

but you’d have done the same if  you  breathed in that much aerosol,

washing it down with a bottle of Nyquil to ease all the pain in my heart,

Grand theft auto and porn are easier than love from the start.

I could have found happiness in your arms,

but I guess that restraining order proves you’re immune to my charms.

Better to flee than call prison my new home,

Guess Tijuana will be where I roam.

S0uth Park pic from http://abbylehman07.wordpress.com/ Used w/o permission.

51 thoughts on “A couple poems on love for Poetry Pot Luck

  1. You did a fantastic job with this. There is nothing quite like a sad poem. I used to listen to Bright Eyes once in a while when for Christsakes.

    Still, that being said I have to disagree with you. It is actually much, much easier to be happy. Give it a shot and you’ll be amazed at how easily it comes and stays with you.

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    • Hi Sumit!
      Thank you for visiting and the links. I’m sorry I haven’t visited, but will. I’ve sadly let my blog slide a little the last few days. I read my comments the moment I see them, but I need to work at the speed of response. It always thrills me to see folks read something I wrote and my regulars are very dear friends now. I hope to see you again!

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  2. I have to admit, I was expecting a third, ‘un-tragic’ poem to balance this out and complete the triplet. (Maybe next time) But these two are good!

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  3. Lisa, I love these tragic love poems. Keep writing poetry like this because, like I said, I love it, and I want more.

    The last line of your first poem: "My heart a vagrant with no home."

    I actually read this too quickly as "My heart a vagina with no home."

    Either way, I think it works.

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  4. Lisa, I love these tragic love poems. Keep writing poetry like this because, like I said, I love it, and I want more.

    The last line of your first poem: “My heart a vagrant with no home.”

    I actually read this too quickly as “My heart a vagina with no home.”

    Either way, I think it works.

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    • I thoroughly agree. I should have used “vagina,” seeing as I love talking about mine so much.
      “My heart is a vagina with no little man to call its dusty darkness home.”

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  5. ‘Love isn’t out there, it’s too far away
    It’s too beautiful, my mind says…’

    God, how much does your poem reflect my feelings and thoughts and fears exactly??
    I love them both, you’re a wonderful poet.

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