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Kris's Poetry Corner-Episode 5

Updated on August 22, 2011

-A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. ~Jean Cocteau

-Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry. ~Muriel Rukeyser

-Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie. ~Jean Cocteau

-He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life. ~George Sand

Poem for a Lost Lover

I’ve loved and lost

That’s all I have to say

The heartbreaks back

And it’s like it never went away

Another broken affair

To tally up in my heart

Evidence of the pain

That’s tearing me apart

I tried to love you

I thought you wanted me

Yet your reasons for leaving

Are things that I can’t see

I tried to hold back

The feeling growing inside

I knew you needed time

So, my love I had to hide

Now you’ll never know

Of how much I loved you so

It’s the reason why

I had to, painfully, let you go

Time, Pain & Heartbreak

The sound of heartbreak fills the halls

It slowly drains my loving cup

Till not a drop is left for me

Slowly my heart bleeds for the past

When these walls held security within them

Certain were the emotions I held inside

Now my broken heart is all I can see

Time, the healer, is the only cure

As I piece my emotions together as one

Love dwells not anywhere in my body

Instead, it’s an empty, hollow shell

Where once emotions ran free

Everything was so alive

Now, nothing seems to live when all seems dead

Pain takes its toll on the most likely in love

For they are the most vulnerable

Spite turns passion into the knife

To kill and deceive

Leaving the victim helplessly wondering, “Why?”

For remembrance, the scar sits upon my heart

Fear holds in the personality of a once joyous person

The Masquerade

I see you

You’re a sight to behold

A beautiful angel

A blessed saint

Your masquerade almost worked

You almost pulled it off

But I removed the rose-colored glasses

And smashed them on the ground

Now I look through naked eyes

And this is what I see

I see you

A hideous, awful sight

You’re the knave of hearts

You’re deceit


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