Write a Valentine’s Day poem of no more than 20 lines about spending a Valentine’s Day all by yourself. The only rules are that it must rhyme and the final line of the poem must include the title of your favorite song.
Post your response (500 words or fewer) in the comments below.
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The Writer’s Book of Matches
I wait for the day I bump into you,
the moment my heart heals from black and blue,
the time when I’ll reach for you to pull me close,
the day you’ll save me from a lust overdose.
I pray you soon find me in this colorful sea,
tirelessly bound with antiquity,
where I long for a place our souls can be free,
a place I might fade into you, and you into me.
Until then, I’ll honor you with each and every breath,
and brave this dark day, though it seems there’s nothing left,
I’ll guard my loins, my love, for only you’ll be enough,
how I long for the day you’ll say, “Got to give it up”
(lol, I couldn’t creatively insert that song at all!)
Got to Give it Up – Marvin Gaye
Roses already drooping, leaning slowly towards the ground
My love already leaving, I pray he turns around
Such a lovely evening, shattered, broken, gone
Such an ugly feeling, alone awaiting dawn
Left alone to wonder, “Where did I go wrong?”
It wasn’t always like this; I use to be so strong
Afraid of being abandoned, I built the walls up high
But now it seems those walls, have made him say goodbye
Simply couldn’t do it, meet his one request
From the sound silence, he took a measured guess
A pregnant pause where three words should have been
Could only mean my walls had betrayed me once again
Utterly alone, I fear I may have found
Myself a victim to The Consequence of Sound
(Consequence of Sound – Regina Spektor)
Far off Valentine
My friends all are glowing and sprite
While I all I want is to start a fight
Why must we have a day with this crap?
Cards, flowers and sentimental sap
What is that annoying noise I hear
Then I realize that my phone’s ringing with cheer
I pick up and the voice says to me
“Happy Valentine’s my darling!”
Tears fill my eyes and more
How did he call me from a war?
“I miss you so much dear
I can’t believe it’s your voice that I hear.”
He answers back in his sexy voice
“Baby, I really had no choice.
I couldn’t stand for you to be all alone
I knew that I must phone.”
He then tells me tune the radio to 97.3
Then I hear our song Lean On Me.
CUPID’S CLOWN
Chocolate, wine, and roses red
Satin sheets upon my bed
Romantic dim lit candle light
Again, alone, on such a night.
Laughter comes from all around
Here I sit like such a clown
I’ve almost gotten through this day
Tomorrow I won’t know what to say.
Lonely is as lonely does
Though all around me smile and buzz
I smile as well, but not my eyes
I’ve known those lips, I’ve known those lies.
Oh well, I know it’s just one day
I suppose after all, I’ll be OK
Because you know I have my pride
I don’t need anyone by my side.
So, wine and chocolate just for me
I’ll find an interesting book to read
I hate the sound of turtledoves
I’m comfortable with this FROZEN LOVE.
–by Shayla Kwiatkowski
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Only you
For this half century past
With only you
Could I have shared such love to last.
Only you are the missing piece tonight.
I pace a house of echoes, spurn our empty bed
That crouches like a viper lurking in the dusk
As the clock ticks across my eternity of dread.
Across town I envision another woman’s hands.
She strokes and soothes as I cannot
Until this endless night inches toward the light
On this hollow eve of your broken heart.
Throughout this fabled night of love
May it beat steady and keep you safe, my soul,
I pray upon the legendary cupid’s dawn.
Fate will return you to me intact, alert, and whole.
Then when the healers’ gates creak wide
And I can fly past your curtain wall
Let me find safe behind your tubes and wires
My most sought Valentine, “Only You,” of all.
Word on the road
it’s valentine’s day
why am i on my tod
my waste bucket devoid of crushed gift wrapps
so i guess no special gift for me
might as well take naps
while love birds make use of the key
it’s twilight still my door bell is mute
so special delivery
my valentin’s day was kinda cute
to many ‘t was a beautiful 14 febuary!
*poetry is anything but my thing*
Getting What I Settled For..
My hair, my nails, I’m all dolled up
Just for this special day
Lookin’ good, smellin’ good
as granny used to say
It’s been so long since he’s been gone
I barely keep my cool
Time goes by, no call, no text
I might be V-Day’s fool
The last time that we embraced as one
I held him oh so dear
Caressed his face in my hand
and begged him to stay near
It’s 10pm, and way past six
A playlist fav’ would help
Back here again, he didn’t show
I queued “Encourage Yourself”
Time to Play
I sat there alone
In a deep look away
This disgusting Valentine’s Day
The sun seemed brighter
And the birds chirped
They flew higher and higher
At the top they perched
Everyone was loved
All but me
A little boy passed and shoved
Outside, I could see
But I am not alone
This very foul day
Nails purple shone
They’ve come to play
Hand down my pants
It’s always fun
My arousing chants
Help me feel Numb
Edit:
I sat there alone
In a deep look away
I was in my own zone
This disgusting Valentine’s Day
Alone this day,
This Valentine’s Day;
My lover, my love,
Is so far away.
I think back to the night
When I was holding you tight ,
When all was so right -
On that hot August night
Based on a true incident
It was Valentine’s Day
But you were hours of flight away
I was returning from work
And the shops and streets were gay
My phone jarred a sombre ring
I thought it was a client from Wyoming
I took the call, said hello … hello
“Can you hear me?” I heard
It sounded sweet and mellow
“Is it you, Joy?” I chirped, a merry bird
Silence on the other side I heard
“Why, you don’t remember my voice?”
It said, “In his name you still rejoice.”
I am Sam, by the way
And I just called to wish you
Baby, a happy Valentine’s Day
Valentines day once again.
Still I feel like a fat old hen.
I used to be loved by a man.
Now I eat corn, from a can.
Life took it’s toll on me you see.
It’s hard getting old, I can’t control my pee.
Some bon bons would be nice.
Instead, I’m lucky if I have some rice.
Poetry is not my thing.
I liked my life better when I wore a ring.
My husband of years, left me for another.
I was once his only lover.
I kept some of his ties.
Now I cry and listen to ‘Alibis’
Alibis by Tracy Lawrence
It’s not my first Valentine’s Day alone
Nor will it be my last
Don’t mind spending it on my own
I’m actually having a blast.
A nice bottle of red
And some mac and cheese
No regret that I’m unwed
Though I wouldn’t mind some birds and bees.
Slippers on my feet
And my pj’s are on
And my Valentine’s Day treat
Enjoying ‘Hits from the bong’.
(Hits from the bong – Cypress Hill)
Alone with my hearts
Memories float into now
Only “Once In A While.”
The day that most show their love,
I sit alone in torment.
The shadow of a broken heart,
Sits as my adornment.
I pretend it doesn’t matter,
But that is not the truth.
This is the detriment of my life,
The curse of my youth.
I have lost my valentine,
My heart has roamed away.
Where are you o’ love of mine?
You must have gone astray.
You are a wicked person,
Let me count the ways.
To leave me alone and standing here
On this day of all days.
Whether to love or hate this day,
My thoughts within are torn.
The one thing I have learned,
Is every rose has its thorn.
Wrote a Valentine poem yesterday, posted comment, and don’t view display. Is there a waiting period for review? Thanks.
Table for “One” by U2
“You certainly are attached to a phrase you don’t recall,”
he said flippantly, without a pause at all.
Through the dirty window panes,fiercely shines the sun,
we could say this relationship is a day closer to done.
I put pork chops in the pan,
slowly pour the wine,
I’ve made a romantic dinner, and I claim it
all as mine.
I don’t want to split dessert,
I take the last crumb from the plate.
I’ve cooked, eaten and picked up,
all that’s missing is the hate.
Rhyming Valentine’s day couplets, are nestled in the past.
I’m only “one” and happily, I exhale a breath at last.
A Romantic Night with Clint Eastwood
It’s almost midnight and Evelyn asks Dave to “Play
Misty For Me” through a rotary phone on T.V.
while I stare from my couch at Dave’s kind eyes
(as kind as Clint Eastwood can manage)
and wonder if he knows that record
he placed under the needle
comes with a woman who wields scissors
and a personality.
I think on this fine Thursday
if it’s possible for me to feel otherwise
that it’s better to know no one
than to wake up and find a woman
who hovers over me with a knife
and says she loves me.
The white knuckles, like teeth
grinning on the hand that drives
the blade through the air,
would help me realize
the only Guarantee in life
is a life worth dying for.
Reminders surround me
Silly memories of you
Not just today
But every other day too
I see women with roses
Some get teddy bears
Heart shaped boxes of sweets
Today he shows her he cares
You never forgot
Not one single time
To pick out a card
And write a sweet line
I miss you today
As I do every other
And I ask God, please, why
Could you not take another?
A cold winter day
Turns to cold winter night
And the “Weakness in Me”
Aches strong to hold you tight
Everything Came Out Okay
I’m laying here in bed
With Valentine’s Day playing through my head
There;s a needle stuck in my arm
And voices all around
Wheeled pushed through the double doors
Blood pressure cuff placed way below my drawers
Hope that blood pressure isn’t right
I’m just feeling nervous I’ll be alright
Its 220/110 hypertension feels the air
White stuff jammed in my IV port
Michael Jackson has nothing on me
As I close my eyes
Then wake up in another room
Abdominal cramps and gas blowing boom boom
Here’s apple juice for your delight
Get dressed the doctor will see you soon
My husband sits with me in silence
To hear the final verdict
Door opens wide then closes silent
The man in white has arrived
There’s one large hemorrhoid baring traffic
The scope was stuck in your sigmoid colon
Recommend increasing your diet to high fiber
Water, probiotics, Align for good digestion to flow lighter
With that I smiled and stood up proud
Airways open and stomach growls
Would have spent the day alone
But driver took me to breakfast then made love to me at last at home
Nice
A league together as one,
Striving to score the perfect run,
Strikes are what we want,
But one is better than one,
Spares pickup the lost,
The lanes they never cross,
Balls thunder and pins crack,
The team will always keep its pact.
Daughter’s team at high school bowling championship,
In WA,and winning,and just thought of this
Correction line 4: But one is better than none,
Back to the pins tomorrow day two, 25 bakers scheduled/just having some fun, have a nice day
Spending Valentine’s Day alone
Is way, w-a-a-a-y too overblown
Think of ways to nurture yourself and
Don’t for a moment put you on a shelf
Flowers, candy, and maybe a spa
Or a hot bath with candles,
Just lay back and say “Ahh”
Maybe a relaxing manicure and pedicure
Some wonderfully nurturing treats for sure
How do I love me?
Let me count the ways…
Meanwhile, I’ll take Whitney’s advice in
“One of those Days”.
I’ve never had a Valentine
Never really called someone mine
I tend to blink and before I know it the days gone by
Not this year, because I’ve found my guy
My guy is me
Pampered I will be
I’m going to treat myself to it all
Today’s for me to feel proud and tall
Chocolates, Fresh flowers, Wine and a beautifully made dinner
My how good I am to me, I sure do feel like a winner
Who better to treat than myself tonight
Valentines day never felt so right
I binge, I splurge, regrets I have none
I know people say today is a day to feel closer to someone
But I don’t need a hug, I don’t need a kiss
Because I’ve never felt Closer Than This
Closer Than This by St. Lucia
Roses are red, and like every other year
Valentine’s Day finds me nursing a beer.
Cheeseburger in my hands, crass comedy on TV
while all the little lovebirds sit swooning in a tree.
Feet on the coffee table, sitting naked on the couch
No need to look good when I can stay home and slouch
Maybe someday I’ll meet someone and go out like I should
But not this year, ‘cause I’m feelin’ way too damn good
It was true that I was alone,
Sad and brooding and drunk to the bone,
Modest Mouse and other bands gave me my only comfort,
I filled in the rest of the empty space with snack foods from the cupboard.
I thought about my best friend spending the night with his gal,
About his other friend who had a crush on him in So. Cal,
I started to wonder why no one had a crush on me,
I wondered so much, I had to eventually take a big pee.
It was a Saturday, I should have have been out and about,
Though there would be lines and plenty to be envious of no doubt,
So I hunkered down and played on my computer,
I played WoW for a time and let myself believe things were simpler.
Ah, how my heart ached that Valentine’s Day,
I was too shy to try to go out and have fun and play,
The one true thing that was a real redeeming factor,
Was how looping Ocean Breathes Salty made me think and brought on genuine laughter.
Another Valentine’s Day
How often I’ve sat on Valentine’s Day.
Hoping and praying for a card or bouquet.
The dream of a love, and the pain of regret.
A path not taken and no safety net.
My heart still broken, as in an old love song.
To know I was wrong, and he’s forever gone.
Each year alone, yet each day I pray.
He’ll return again and choose to stay.
As he held my hand and I looked in his eyes.
His words were commanding, but were they lies?
The fear of the unknown, the unrest, and unclear.
Caused a decision that lost my love so dear.
My life full of reruns of choices I’ve made
My dreams of love, with time betrayed.
A Valentine’s Day alone with my tears.
As I listen to the song, ‘A Thousand Years’.
Another year’s gone by
In my lonely life.
See the chocolates and flowers
In the store, don’t cry.
It’s been two long years
Since you’ve left me.
I talk to the children
But still have the fears.
One day lingers into another
With a loud deafening silence.
There’s nothing to do and nothing to see
With no significant other.
Valentines gone by with you were the best
Even just sitting at home.
I know now that I took them for granted
Most people don’t know when they’re blessed.
Looking up at the stars through the muddy
Darkened memory of that fatal last day
I whisper and I pray
Help, me dear Lord, I need somebody.
Alone I’m Not
I suppose I should be feeling very down.
After all, I have no dancing gown.
I should be reflecting the blackness this night
And feel bad for myself with all my might.
But try as I may and sometimes do,
It’s not often I’m really, really blue.
Alone again this Valentine’s Day,
I know he’s near, not far away.
And I know where my lover will be
When at long last again his face I will see.
For it was his time, his work was done here.
He’ll always be my love, forever dear.
And until the time I walk that pathway,
My Lord’s “Amazing Grace” sustains me each day.
Valentine’s Day Alone
It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m all alone
No lovers to meet, no stories to hone.
I think of days that used to be
Filled with love and lots of glee.
Passion and romance filled the air.
Now I feel my life is bare.
So much love has filled my heart.
A blessed woman I was right from the start.
But now they’ve gone each away.
Each has found another way.
No roses, no candy, nothing for me
For I’m alone tonight you see.
I think of his now absent touch
And the words of “Remember When” so very much.
Hi Everybody…. Does anyone have a standard guideline reference or chart that explains how many words constitutes a short story, novel, novellette, flash fiction, novelle etc.? I know it’s this is off prompt, but I need the information for a project, so I came to the experts. Thanks.
Short stories have no set length. In terms of word count there is no official demarcation between an anecdote, a short story, and a novel. Rather, the form’s parameters are given by the rhetorical and practical context in which a given story is produced and considered, so that what constitutes a short story may differ between genres, countries, eras, and commentators.
Cuddon, J. A. (1999). The Penguin Dictionary of Literary Terms and Literary Theory (3rd ed.). London: Penguin. pp. 864.
Check out http://www.writingworld.com “How long should your story be”
Thanks swatchcat. The sight had some basic guidelines and plenty of other useful info. Have a good one.
I can see you
I can see you
Your melancholy sways
Your special radical way
I can see you
I can see you
But I must leave you
You’re a danger this way
I can see you
I can see you
How can I spend this day
In despair and decay
I would just fade away
I can see you
And I need you
You’re an anchor in my bay
You light up my life
You light up my day
I search across the chasm deep,
I catch you gazing back,
You look away, then disappear,
Our sad game right on track,
Thinking back, far long ago,
We stood here side by side,
Still wondering how we ended here,
How we dug this deep divide.
I look into the mirror,
And your face begins to fade,
I picture a baton in hand,
As I lead the long parade,
The people gather, our masses swell,
As we amble past the church steeple,
Shuffling down the silent road,
All the Lonely People…
On February 12 he cheated on me;
The next day I planned my revenge carefully.
The day after that I booked a short cruise;
On board was the TNT–but I held the fuse.
So with a smile on my face on Valentine’s Day
I’m sitting (by myself) on the dock of the bay.
Hahaha! I love it. Sweet, witty revenge.
On February 12 he cheated on me;
The next day I planned my revenge carefully.
The day after that I booked a short cruise;
On board was the TNT–but I held the fuse.
So with a smile on my face on Valentine’s Day
I’m sitting (by myself) on the dock on the bay.
Sitting in my favorite chair,
Not worried that I haven’t combed my hair.
It’s Valentine’s Day–the day for romance.
I am alone and that’s okay.
I still believe some day
My prince will come.
And then romantic love will have a chance.
For today, the source of love in my life sincerely cares.
The self-love I have is large enough to share
Moments large or small,
I am content knowing I do have it all.
Tonight I’ll pull out my blanket and sappy chick flicks
That always makes me weep,
And at the end of the night, I will sing a loud chorus of
I will survive and then peacefully fall asleep.
“Distant Love”
Here I sit, I’ve admitted,
This space is void and infinite,
A victim of distance here unrequited,
yet this distance is merely physical,
and bond is spiritual,
So here I watch, the serene lovers,
the physicality of flowers and chocolates,
and how I pity how they smother,
for fear of loneliness their heart bemoans,
I am alone but not alone.
This day we celebrate love
in shades of red, white and pink
picking chocolates, candy hearts and flowers
and filling cards with ink
Valentine’s Day should be fun
in sweet remembrance and joys
loving each other in tender ways
with romantic little toys
Instead my heart is heavy
and longing haunts my dreams;
Heaven is your home this day -
loneliness makes me scream
Can my life truly go on
When this normal is so strange
Will a heavy heart fill each day
without You and I to old age
Valentine’s Day Mourning
My Love is a million miles away
I never thought it would end this way
He promised to stay but kept running away
And now I stand a million miles away
I tried and tried sure there was another way
I vowed I would stay until I found a way
But my love scorned me and tuned away
And again here I stand, a million miles away
My heart threatens to stop if he continues this way
He pledges his love but then takes it away
I awake with the hope that he will accept it today
But I look in his eyes and he’s a million miles away
I rejoice in his sweet embrace today
If only we could remain this way!
The nectar of his kisses takes me away
I’m here in this bed yet a million miles away
He swears that it will be different today
I watch as the wind takes his words away
With a heavy heart I awake from this dream today
The song in my head echoes away “It ain’t me babe”, “It ain’t me babe”
LOOKING OUT OVER CORK HARBOUR
On this day you are present, unseen;
a fond memory, caught in between
my despair and the joy
that we used to deploy.
How I wish you were here, my Eileen.
Sent from my iPhone
Valentine’s Day Mourning
My Love is a million miles away
I never thought it would end this way
He promised to stay but kept running away
And now I stand a million miles away
I tried and tried sure there was another way
I vowed I would stay until I found a way
But my love scorned me and tuned away
And again here I stand, a million miles away
My heart threatens to stop if he continues this way
He pledges his love but then takes it away
I awake with the hope that he will accept it today
But I look in his eyes and he’s a million miles away
I rejoice in his sweet embrace today
If only we would remain this way!
The nectar of his kisses takes me away
I’m here in this bed yet a million miles away
He swears that it will be different today
I watch as the wind takes his words away
With a heavy heart I awake from this dream today
The song in my head echoes away “It ain’t me babe”, “It ain’t me babe”
Hi..I submitted one last night that’s still pending moderation..
Thank you.
WINTER ( Haiku)
Snow falling from the branches
Wind directs the path of its journey
The branches are left bare.
hey handyman, not sure if you are aware, but usually haikus consist of three lines–5 syllables in the first, 7 in the second and 5 in the last.
Yea, sorry how about this?
Snow falls from the branch
Wind directs its downward plunge
Lonely branch left bare.
nailed it
Ordinary people…John Legend
Nothing special
Is what I say about
Heart shaped date
On regular calendar 24 hours
Still workaday and nothing special-
Prices on menus go up and up
On same old same old dishes
who don new lipstick and get haircuts-
couples into public displays of affections
make me lose appetite and change direction
get a room – it’s nothing special.
Valentine becomes four letter word
When you say it solo
a pox on romance and roses
Flowers today gone tomorrow
The colors fade just as sure as my nose…
So the fifteenth is tomorrow
Back to normal back to earth
That’s the hope of ordinary people..
Nothing special
I suppose…
Haiku for my love
Poetry of love
Not for me as the speakers
Blast Angel of Death.
RED MEMORY OF TEARS
Flowers for you but my love runs cold.
Memories of days gone bye
Alone you haunt my day.
I search to understand how you could have been so bold.
Lovers, all could see,
Friends for life.
A match crafted in the stars
Made especially for me.
You chose our path with what you said.
Forgetting our dreams,
Forsaking our love.
I see my tear, and you Paint It Red.
There was a Bear named Fish, he said he would grant me my one wish,
I gave Bear my heart, right from the start, anticipating wedded bliss.
There was a Fish named Bear, it was obvious, he really did care,
Oh the strife, when he left his wife, a marriage long over, had become a nightmare.
Yes, there was a wife named Rose, She couldn’t accept how life goes, I suppose.
She couldn’t believe, that one day he’d leave, so she became aloof, and jumped off a roof.
There is no doubt, she saw no other way out, She left behind, a valentine all mine.
We pray until it hurt, we really want this to work.
Families and kids were not feeling it, they blamed me as the culprit.
I asked Bear to choose, not knowing if I’d lose, my perfect fit.
I’ve always made it on my own, I’m a man used to being alone.
Making a life leaves little time for play, you work at it even on Valentine’s Day
Bear’s real name is Doug, he gives me his time, and the best hugs.
Fish’s real name is Tracy, and I never thought Bear would leave his wife for me.
I pinch myself and I am thankful every day, because I love the man
I call Bear, and Aretha’s Franklin’s song Ain’t No Way
The fourteenth day of February
And I am getting a little wary
I am always without a Valentine
And I’m running out to time
But who cares anyway
It just any other day
Although people like to say
You’re throwing your life away
Find someone, anyone will do
But I just like to stew
In memories of you
Because I already know, boo
I’ll never find Someone Like You
I came to this website to write
But with poems I’m not so bright
Still here I try
And I might get by
If you sympathize with my plight
Valentine’s Day is sweet
But this poem is lacking some meat
With stories I kick butt
But poems leave me stuck in a rut
So all I can say is Wassup
why isn’t my poem here?:(
What can I do
I can’t stop thinking of you
Your lips, your hair, your chest so bare
I’m caught in the crossfire
Between heaven and hell
I want to be with you
I promise, wont tell
Please, please, I can’t stand to be alone
Abandoned through the night
Without your touch
Just chilled to the bone
I lay there in bed
Moaning and screaming
Caressing and squeezing
Thrashing and bleeding
Dreaming that you didn’t really leave me
Touching myself the way you be needing
Your baby’s cleaving, aching and heaving
It’s orgasmic
Radioactive (Imagine Dragon)
I have 5000 favorite songs, I just went with a song that fit the mood. Enjoy. (Billy Squiers The Stroke)
Up for a jog, running through town
Love is in the air, and lovers abound.
Walking hand in hand, or joined at the hip
Bastards are everywhere, cant give them the slip
February brings valentines and arrow loving Cupid
Money spent by the thousands, people so stupid
This year I spend this day all alone
No fair other to now call my own,
All in all, it’s a fine fair trade
I have Craiglslist if I just have to get laid
With none of the problem, none of the hassle
Have a short visit, then she’s out of my castle
But if the house that Craig built offers me no poke
Ill let my conscience fail me…and just do The Stroke
HAPPY VD everyone.
good job
Good prose with a sick, twisted sense of humor and a dash of inappropriate always gets me going.
Awesome!
And you had the nerve to say you understand why I’m called the HANDYman, stay cool Dan!
Thank you. I wondered whether anyone else would know that old song.
Arise- Flyleaf
Flashes of pink and red,
and candy hearts abound.
The sweet, thick scent of roses
sends me reeling to the ground.
Fingers interlaced,
sidelong smiles, shared in passing,
sweet love’s cherished kiss
amount to heart-brake, everlasting.
My dearest Valentine,
it would taste a lie to say
I do not resent the past
or feel your absence on this day.
But bitterness is temporary
and devastating sorrow
will abate, in turn,
for I will arise anew tomorrow.
Amy I love this poem, great job. I’m not familiar with the song used in the last sentence but nice work!
thank you!
The ring around my finger
has all but stayed the years.
They’ve come and gone
moving on
as I succumb to fears.
‘We can face this world together,”
said my sweet, old Valentine.
But it’s not my choice.
In fact, this voice
has spawned from mind and wine.
My chair, my books, my cat, my God
give me comfort no more.
There’s nowhere to sleep,
no soft place to weep
for the Evelyn I so adore.
I Will Survive – Gloria Gaynor
I opened up my mailbox
The darkness stared right back.
Once again you had forgotten.
You’ve always been a slack.
Why this day should differ
From any of the rest…
I thought you’d be my Valentine
You’ve bombed another test.
I gathered what you’d left behind –
Your clothes, your books, your nook,
Your toothbrush and your shaving kit
And pictures that we took.
I threw your godforsaken crap
Beneath your favorite tree
I stuck a match and let it burn
Then danced around with glee.
As I watched it snap and smoke
I finally felt alive
I’d let you go and bid farewell
I know I Will Survive.
I Will Survive – Gloria Gaynor
I opened up my mailbox
The darkness stared right back.
Once again you had forgotten.
You’ve always been a slack.
Why this day should differ
From any of the rest…
I thought you’d be my Valentine
You’ve bombed another test.
I gathered what you’d left behind –
Your clothes, your books, your nook,
Your toothbrush and your shaving kit
And pictures that we took.
I threw your godforsaken crap
Beneath your favorite tree
I stuck a match and let it burn
Then danced around with glee.
As I watched it snap and smoke
I finally felt alive
I’d let you go and bid farewell
I know I Will Survive.
What can I do
I can’t stop thinking of you
Your lips, your hair, your chest so bare
I’m caught in the crossfire
Between heaven and hell
I want to be with you
I promise, wont tell
Please, please, I can’t stand to be alone
Abandoned through the night
Without your touch
Just chilled to the bone
I lay there in bed
Moaning and screaming
Caressing and squeezing
Thrashing and bleeding
Dreaming that you didn’t really leave me
Touching myself the way you be needing
Your baby’s cleaving, aching and heaving
It’s orgasmic
Radioactive
I am sorry for the repetitive entry, I thought I had done something wrong when they said my entry was “pending moderation”, I wasn’t sure if I had done something wrong, past transgressions and all. This must be new?
What is this day,
You celebrate,
Called Valentine’s
With roses and wine,
I’ve spent alone, this oh-so-special day,
Many a times, but I’m used to it this way,
I watch the happy couples; At times, I’m cynical, why all this fuss,
At times, I weep, I know not that love or lust,
Then I wonder, what’s love? Does it fade away?
Like the rose you gave your sweetheart last year, this day?
And, I’ve learnt, it does not,
That this day, can be forgot,
For love is funny, it’s rich, it’s happy,
It can be sad, a little soppy
But, all in all,
It’s more beautiful than the flower or dress hanging on the store-wall,
And because of you, I no longer long for love,
For it took ‘someone like you’ to show me love, my love.
Cupid’s Day comes with nobody to share,
Alone in my room I’m left to my own.
Me, myself and I, so full of despair,
I am the eye of a courting cyclone.
Standing quite still as life swirls around me,
Hope begins to fade, wishful turns bitter.
Cupid gives up on seizing my bounty,
I am his arrow left in the quiver.
But all is not lost to a thing so bleak,
Being single today has a bonus.
The praise of another I need not seek,
Sounds good until I notice the moment.
One thought stays that I’d like to get rid of:
Am I content with Losing Grip on love?
I really like:
I’m his arrow left in the quiver.
Nice!
What is this day,
You celebrate,
Called Valentine’s
With roses and wine,
I’ve spent alone, this oh-so-special day,
Many a times, but I’m used to it this way,
I watch the happy couples; At times, I’m cynical, why all this fuss,
At times, I weep, I know not that love or lust,
Then I wonder, what’s love? Does it fade away?
Like the rose you gave your sweetheart last year, this day?
And, I’ve learnt, it does not,
That this day, can be forgot,
For love is funny, it’s rich, it’s happy,
It can be sad, a little soppy
But, all in all,
It’s more beautiful than the flower or dress hanging on the store-wall,
And because of you, I no longer long for love,
For it took ‘someone like you’ to show me love, my love.
_Still_ trying to chain these story prompts together. Mixing verse and prose now I guess. Hopefully this works. The rest of the yarn is linked off my username.
STORMY NIGHT – PART SIX
I was dreaming, dreaming in verse no less. I was dreaming of her, recalling a crucible of time in which I was truly lost.
She said to meet her at the corner pub.
A passable hole with okay grub.
I had to see her, hold her, caress and kiss.
Curves and color. Earth, silk and bliss.
Cold winter rain and a warming fire.
What’s your poison, your heart’s desire?
Chess and checkers, darts and pool.
Games of chance, lucky streaks run cool.
A pair of lovers sat cuddling near.
I smiled, nodded and nursed my beer.
Time marched on, I was left alone.
I checked my watch. I checked my phone.
A faceless crowd. A lonely deck-o-cards.
Majesty without purpose. Ace of Hearts.
Where has my Queen of Diamonds gone?
Perhaps she stole away with Warrior John.
Doubting fears cast shadows. Ace of Spades.
A runaway brain. A madman’s escapades.
She leaves me unbound… reckless… insane.
Chasing hope, running, a fool in the rain.
I just wanted my life to be whole again – the shattered pieces restored unmarred by the mistakes I made. I wanted this horror to be over.
I wanted to wake up.
Led Zeppelin, Fool in the Rain
Awesome poem. I was sitting with the character the entire time.
And, I loved how you played with the ‘deck-o-cards’ contents.
Song: Judas’ Kiss by Petra.
Arc of hand
Bottle and can
Crash to floor
Scream, “No, More!”
Memories are sweet
Phantasms to defeat
Of girl in red,
Roses now dead.
She was mine
Flowers and wine,
Arc of hand
Lost wedding band.
Sirens and cars
Restraints and bars,
Choices were made
And destiny laid.
Time all alone
Shake and groan
Bottles of wish
Like Judas’ Kiss.
Nice
Very visual- I like it!
Iron Man…Black Sabbath
Am I alive or am I dead
Am I a tin man without a heart
Because of what I said and unsaid
With never a chance to go back and restart
I stand alone on Valentine’s Day
Choosing this path to be apart
Void is the armor that I display
Herein lies nothing but an iron heart
I am Iron Man
i get it.
Gotta love Black Sabbath (Ozzy or Dio) on Valentine’s Day … who knew?
A song also high on my favs list.
Well done! I like that you worked the song into the poem.
Ordinary People—John Legend
Nothing special
The drawing of the heart
On the calendar quite accidental
Ignore the flowers curse the chocolate
Go get a room as I turn away changing directions
Couples be on displays with their public affections
Every day menus go up in price the same old dishes
Dons new lipstick and haircut to shine a new shine-
Valentine becomes four letter word when uttered solo
The booed up ones get presents of romance and roses
Party of one knows near future holds thorns and faded colors
So I close my eyes no pitter patter to heart I hold my nose
The fifteenth is the tomorrow
the un special day after-
The hope of us
I suppose
Ordinary people…
There’s a Tail of old that is not widely known
Tis the story of a love never never reaped nor sowed
Not everyone knows Of this tale of old
How Valentine’s Day had been sowed
Death pain and heartache
Two hearts they did reap
They dared fall in love
But were forbidden so
Their passion it burned
Like an infernal
Such a great Love lost
At O such a cost….
continue reading here
http://proseofmellifluous.wordpress.com/2013/02/13/a-valentine-tale/
“Solitary Man” by Neil Diamond
It’s Valentine’s Day here once again
and love flows all around.
Roses and chocolate, lit candles and wine,
no doubt about it, they used to be mine.
We used to talk, we used to fight
but I always thought we were tight.
Now here I sit, all alone
since that day you went home with Jerome.
I thought you were the one,
thought I had won.
My life was complete
every day would repeat
the same contentment of joy.
But now I am what I suppose I always am,
A solitary man.
14 FEBRUARY
The day of love is here
but you are missing, dear,
and so the winter snow
has lost the inner glow
that makes this time of cold
seem kin to burnished gold.
We used to spend each day
in our own passion play;
I spent today, instead,
in solitude and dread
of spending all my nights
recalling harbor lights.
I painted a fireplace mural in my head with what you wrote. From the silent snow outside the window to a couple dancing at night in the harbor.
I love words that take me away.
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, and Amy too. I am new to this sort of thing, and tend to leave my replies in the wrong place. I hope I got it right this time.
I like the “burnished gold” line and the choice of song. Nice work!
(Forgive my slaughtering of poetry, lol)
Man from Milwaukee
If I could only show you
But a glimpse of what life would be
What I could give you—everything I’d change
To give up myself for the person you want in me
Maybe the flowers wouldn’t wilt while I wait.
Age is just a number and I want to believe
“Nothing is what it appears to be” and hold
A fraction of the light that you bring in a solitary sleeve
Of wonder, oh how I wonder! What it would be
For memory to become a dream to become a mold
That I could pour myself and hope to draw out
The fullness of what you mean to me.
Meanwhile, my bed is empty just for an imprint
Of where you should be, perchance I should wake
And find you there beside me, only an instant
A dream that I soon will realize will die to fate.
Valentine’s Day, Oh Valentine’s Day,
You make me act like a dog that’s astray.
Chocolates galore, roses on the floor,
Too bad it was my mother who left them at the door.
Every channel on TV is filled with romance flicks,
And I’m alone on the couch listening to the clocks’ ticks.
A lovely evening with a man full of chivalry,
Jealous of the thought; I chew on my chocolate viciously.
Valentine’s Day, Oh Valentine’s Day,
Why can’t somebody bring me a beautiful bouquet?
Even couple with the ones they adore,
Oh, I can find love like that in stories from a bookstore!
They received roses also; even the hicks?
But, then again, lounging on the couch… What will that fix?
Valentines is a day of my pure invisibility,
That’s fine though because I’ve learned how to sulk proficiently!
My make-up-less face will cause men dismay…
So I will pretty myself up and go to a cafe!
Being alone today is a new time low…
So, up to my room to sleep; I now Tiptoe.
(Tiptoe – Imagine Dragons)
I Will Survive – Gloria Gaynor
I opened up my mailbox
The darkness stared right back.
Once again you had forgotten.
You’ve always been a slack.
Why this day should differ
From any of the rest…
I thought you’d be my Valentine
You’ve bombed another test.
I gathered what you’d left behind -
Your clothes, your books, your nook,
Your toothbrush and your shaving kit
And pictures that we took.
I threw your godforsaken crap
Beneath your favorite tree
I stuck a match and let it burn
Then danced around with glee.
As I watched it snap and smoke
I finally felt alive
I’d let you go and bid farewell
I know I Will Survive.
Hearts on Fire
then Cold as Ice
Blame It On Love
Paying the Price
Back to Zero
Love in Vain
Alone Again
Physical Pain
My Valentine
gone Helter Skelter
please Mick Jagger
Gimme Shelter
*song is Begin Again, by Taylor Swift
I’ve always been lonely
But on this day, it’s always worse
I bought myself a rose again
And wonder, am I cursed?
Will someone ever let me in?
I can’t stand the silence here
Nothing, but the beating of one heart.
Painfully reminding me
Of how I’m missing my other part.
I bought myself a rose again,
The petals fresh and red.
And on this lonely Valentine’s day
I watch it begin again.
This foolish day again
In a year of other people’s happy holidays
It never ends
They send their flowers, candy and red hearts
But I live in the darker arts
All I love is the black of night
The sunshine I’ve sent far away
It leaves me colder anyway
Alone in thoughts I realize
Alone and old is how I die
In this ink I’m doomed to stay
With thoughts I think of you each day
It drowns me in the abysmal pit
What could have been, what was, what if
It’s all a bunch of fucking bullshit
I knew you always knew what you now know
You know we just click
Without you forever I’ll forever be sick
Now the tragic irony hounds
a click of iron and brass is the final sound
*** This is a major stretch – I’m NOT a poet and I DO know it. But, a challenge is hard to resist … ***
*** The song is Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath ***
I sit alone on Valentine’s Day
My heart, it has to pay
To my man for the spat
On the placement of my last tat
For he didn’t take it well
So now I sit, listening to Heaven and Hell
Dio!
You just worked a Dio era song into a poem on a writing website. Man or no….I will follow you to the ends of the earth. LOL…well done.
I was searching and never knew
What I needed then God gave me you.
You made me better just by being a friend
You showed me that I can be happy with myself
Which before was something I couldnt comprehend.
With one thought of you smiling takes away
All the pain that you and I create.
I wondered how this could be
Your happiness is worth more than the pain that lurks deep within me.
My hero,
my angel ,
who helped me spread my wings,
for that I love you even though we can never be. Atlast.
Twitter lorascott08
Valentine’s Day, Oh Valentine’s Day,
You make me act like a dog that’s astray.
Chocolates galore, roses on the floor,
Too bad it was my mother who left them at the door.
Every channel on TV is filled with romance flicks,
And I’m alone on the couch listening to the clocks’ ticks.
A lovely evening with a man full of chivalry,
Jealous of the thought; I chew on my chocolate viciously.
Valentine’s Day, Oh Valentine’s Day,
Why can’t somebody bring me a beautiful bouquet?
Every couple with the one they adore,
Oh, I can find love like that from stories in a bookstore!
They received roses also; Even the hicks?
But, then again, lounging on the couch… What will that fix?
Valentines is a day of my pure invisibility,
That’s fine though because I’ve learned how to sulk proficiently!
My make-up-less face will cause men dismay…
So will I pretty myself up and go to a café!
Being alone today is a new time low.
So, up to my room to sleep, I now Tiptoe.
(Tiptoe – Imagine Dragons)