Love Lies – Bleeding?
I’m tired of reading poems and prose,
Penned by those who write to disclose
Their one true love, decamped overnight.
Broken hearted, bemoaning their plight,
Bitter words flow from their acerbic pen,
With vows not to trust love, ever again,
Failing to understand, their lack of charms,
Drove their lover to seek comforting arms.
Being innocent and trustingly naive,
They suffer terrible loss, as they grieve.
Having no warnings love would fly away
Being sadly bereft, now have their say.
Feckle and faithless love leaves them grieving,
With no indication their love was deceiving.
Crushed beyond belief – for a day or two at least,
They see their ex-love as a monstrous beast!
They took love for granted, unstintingly given,
Now their verses, hint their soul is riven
By the trust they lost, and they are desolate:
Life is not worth living, in their nervous state.
With reams of trite verse, describing their pain,
They wonder if, they’ll ever fall in love again?
Truth is, tis naught but their delight of misery,
With which to burden readers, like you and me.
True love was found? Unrequited? A cursed dream!
A thousand poems written daily embrace this theme.
Cynics such as I, have heard it many times before;
Truthfully, once is enough, I want no more!
So you’re hurting bad: love cast you aside.
So what? Don’t bore me again, leave or hide,
I’m tired of hackneyed lines, constantly repeated.
Get on with life, seems you’re easily defeated!
Go find another, take a positive spin,
Get over what’s lost, face life with a grin”
You’re far better off to accept your fate:
The world is yours, move on ere it’s too late!
Look around and find one who, same as you
Has been injured by a love thought true.
You’ll be well suited, with your broken hearts,
Writing laments in verse, on tragic departs!
It seems many today are obsessed,
By the loss of the love they’d possessed.
That’s their cry till all too soon, someone new
Steals their heart, when they’ll proclaim anew,
Their love is sincere! Of this there’s no doubt,
Until again they are once more, without!
Losing a lover is not an indictable crime,
But a human trait, that happens all the time!
Rhymer. March 11th, 2011.
