A poem I wrote

I wrote this poem to my ex after we broke up, the reason I'm posting this is because I have to let it be shown to others.

Regrets always come too late

You close your eyes and fall asleep
The pain she caused you is hurting you so deep
Open your eyes to look and see
Your dreams are becoming reality

It’s not that she has never loved you
But it doesn’t matter what you try to do
You come to the conclusion
The relationship you had wasn’t an illusion

You loved her so much
But you took a wrong turn
You couldn’t handle the love as such
Now you will see the love will forever burn

Cause you did her wrong in so many ways
You never were able to handle the lonely days
When she was with you, you were scared to show
The pain inside you, the pain she wanted to know

You couldn’t tell her what happened in your mind
Because you were a person who had yet to find
The reason for all these frustrations
And in the end, you couldn’t control the patience

You let yourself go in a fight
It all happened this long rainy night
You said you would count till ten
But after that you never said a word again

She had enough of it
She didn’t know a place in your heart where she would fit
Once it was over you wanted to tell her that spot in your heart
But you’re too late now, cause she already said you both would part

Now you have remained friends
But your heart is full of cuts and bends
Cause you’re still longing for her kiss
Before it’s over, you hardly know what you miss

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I wrote a little diddy myself... not that it's good or anything. :P

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Nev

When did you break up, Thijs? It's a nice poem.

Oh and since when are you from the UK? :-P

Girls are girls. Love sucks...

The Asassinator:



You can do better than AABB.

My break up poem is shorter:

Aw, fuck it
Who's next?

A simple poem, but simple is not always bad. It's very emotional...and beautiful.
Yeah...love does suck.

so i, i've got some news today!
the little girl,
that we all thought was good
just got, juiced today!

turnin' herself inside out
runnin' wild, screamin' about

oh yeah!

fin.

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=blue>Rick wrote: [/QUOTENAME]When did you break up, Thijs? It's a nice poem.

Oh and since when are you from the UK? :-P[/QUOTE]

4 days ago.

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<b><font color = "crimson"> ThomasQuinn wrote: [/QUOTENAME]The Asassinator:



You can do better than AABB.[/QUOTE]

I know... but I don't really pay attention to my writing skills once I put my pen on the paper.

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]The Asassinator wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<b><font color = "crimson"> ThomasQuinn wrote: [/QUOTENAME]The Asassinator:



You can do better than AABB.[/QUOTE]

I know... but I don't really pay attention to my writing skills once I put my pen on the paper.[/QUOTE]

You should try. It's what sets apart a poet from an amateur.

[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]The Asassinator wrote: [/QUOTENAME][QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font color=blue>Rick wrote: [/QUOTENAME]When did you break up, Thijs? It's a nice poem.

Oh and since when are you from the UK? :-P[/QUOTE]

4 days ago.[/QUOTE]

Ouch, that hurts. I wish you the best of luck in this difficult period.

Now I will steal your poems and claim them as my own, like I normally do with all "my" artistic work. Fear me.