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train 266 limited
by Nicole Woodson

The foreboding movement through the litter speckled
overgrown blur of dimming sunlight.
Droplet trails forming on the ever darkening glass, that
is slowly revealing a pale face.
A face that seems un-recognizable.
Torn, ravaged, and worried.
The color is melting away as fast as the sinking daylight.
The ghostly apparition in the glass becomes more and
more defined...
The man made propelling hunk of steel carries both I and the
figure in the glass, hurling us through the world un-aware
of the next step.
I envy the creature in the glass..she will remain on
the forward bound motion, as for myself...I will be stepping
off into uncertainty.
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weighted
by Nicole Woodson

All the beauty of this world.
The mundane and the decrepit,
The diseased and the unfortunate.
All the evil in this world.
The hypocrites and the greedy,
The hateful and spiteful
and the indifferent.
All the sadness in the world.
The dead, and lost and the bereaved.
All this in the world,
and I exist.
My drunken passion.
My fearful pains.
My relentless thought and worry.
My uncontrollable urge to destroy and mutilate.
A fiery lust for all which is dark and
foreboding.
I suffer beneath a shroud of an unatainable life force.
All the beauty,
all the evil
all the sadness,
and I merely exist.
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trust
by Brittany Garity

Why is trusting so hard for me
Why must I always think twice?
I think you know the answers to these
my problems that I keep
Buried inside so far out of reach
I think you know you've done this to me
I gave you my heart along with my trust
And you threw them aside
Again and again
No longer I'll love you is what I said
When I tossed you aside
But still you stay in my head
In my dreams night and day why do I do this why must you stay
I wish you would leave my mind for good
I wish my love for you would turn cold as it should
It's been so long since you have been around
But I hear your voice in every sound
Sometimes I catch myself looking for you
And this I wish I could undo
For it makes me feel untrue
Untrue to the one that love's me now
To the one I've givin a vow
To love and honor only him
But still my mind cheats from within
How do I stop this
I do not know
I wish I could just let you go...
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gonna be his moon
by j r hammond © 07/07

She knew she wasn’t ever gonna be his moon.
‘cause the things he did to her were dumber than a loon.
He’d promise her the worl’,
then she’d find him
chattin’ up some other grrl
He’d tell her he’d be goin’ down...town
and she’d see him in the mall.
(You could tell she wasn’t that enthrall’.)
And she’d hear he’d been seen
rubbing faces with some...ditzy human bein’,
blond...
While Jojo languored cooked up
instead of hooked up
somewhere on the softer side of
On...
You here, me...it’s the hold-on grrrl,
you, me, the good man at your side.
These bright wondrous days are for when we love.
Life--y’all--boils down to a few salient days:
the ones when we are love.
You who make me laugh.
You here, me.
The rest be chaff.
Yesterday afternoon
I was sitting/in my car/in the safeway/Sparkling lot
Listening to the snooze upon the radio.
My car’s burnin’ oil just like the nation
(tryin’ to stay ahead of China and Big Oil’s constipation.)
And I’m Thinking,
angry. romantic, and dangerously lost ! ,
of Starting up
Some sort of "Don’t Tread On Me"
to make the Boss man even more angry.
Like me:
romantic, and dangerously lost.
He be some kinda foo’! Man!
He turn my brown ass blue.
now:
She knew she wasn’t ever gonna be his moon.
Because the things he did to her were dumber than a loon.
He promise her the whirl,
then she find him in the mall
chattin’ up some other grrrl.
He tell her he be goin’ down...town
and how he got aroun’.
She hear he been seen
rubbing faces
with some ditzy free for all.
Latina.
While Jojo languored all cooked up
curled
and broke
like some defunct...
Concertina.
It was a day for the audacity of hopes
And I had the paper open to the Sun.
Cuppa coffee on the dash–this was some kinda fun.
I was counting the dead as best I could,
Until the numbers turned to oatmeal
In my head. Or vice versa.
I dug into the billions wasted, stolen, lost...out upon the sea...under desert rocks...
...in bad peep-hole’s pockettes.
Burnt. Manured somewhere. Or forgotten like squirrels lose nuts.
I got all confused.
That led me to a-dreamin’ ‘bout the more manageable simple number
of wars per century, and if ours was not the worst of all the bad...
viewed
from this point of human evo- or devo- or reso-solution.
And a sun-dried killing field where there was only one army not at home
whose jones was blowing
up no one
homes
so that was not a war...exactly.
When my eye caught something all weird and fluttery ‘cross the street
high up on the tarry old telephone pole–slash–dead tree
W’all be darned if they wasn’t a couple a coupling
California Blue Jays up there high above ‘t all,
Kali-forni-cating’ they (dumb little) brains out.
"Omigod! Omigod!" she seemed to squawk
squashed down upon their/her polestand. "Omigawd!"
As her old man went, "Uhnt. Uhnt-uhnt!"
And–finally, "Uhnt...!"
Just like any man.
One more Spring.
Oh. Joy,
High hopes.
You here, me...it’s the hold-on, grrrl,
you, me, the good man at your side.
This bright or gray, illuminated day, when we love.
Life boils down to a few salient witnessings:
the ones when we are love.
You here, me.
The rest be chaff.
High hopes.
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-love-
by Jonathan Siegel

too tiny a word
to express what i feel
it should, in size, exceed all words
the others should cower in its presence
'never was there life in me
until the day she danced into my eyes
in her arms, lie worlds unfathomable
her smile has effect beyond comprehension
her touch releases unearthly passion'
and it's to her i go
like a fool
armed with nothing
but that small word
-love-
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Attic Rats
by Rozene Logue

I would like to hide my venting book
safe and secure in some small nook,
locked away from prying eyes,
none to read in found surprise.
I need to hide my venting book
where kids and kin can't sneak a look,
buried deep in some small trunk
to mold away above the flurry
of mayhem life and and descendant's scurry.
I want to hide my deepest thoughts
of how I'd like to kick some ass
and stomp the pissants from my past.
I want to tell my deepest thoughts
of how I'd like to cut his throat
and tell the world of what I wrote.
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Love Hurts
by Nathan

When you're finally in love with someone and know you're a person that doesn't let your guard down, but because you're to busy with her, you forget about the world.

Suddenly you never see her again, until one day she comes back and tells you "I can't really see you anymore because something happened, but I still love you."

You still love her too, your heart starts to feel depressed and is straining for someone, but you MUST remain faithful. For that comes a price. As you start feeling a hole in your heart that grows, and desire for that special someone.

So you listen to other things like songs, because they fill that hole, but it never makes it fully whole as you still want for her. She comes back no more than seven minutes and she has to go. Your heart just started filling that hole up, until she had to go, then it sank back down.

Now your heart feels heavy like the hole is filling up with darkness and you start to feel old and lonely.

You know that you could leave her and just be with someone else. She'll never know, but then she could be the one. The one you've been waiting for. You're the only one that must live with the decision you made.

I would want to wait for that person, and I will.
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So Called
by Judy Liza Velasco

You called me your best friend,
yet left me to cry all alone,
now im dying and so is ur soul.
you became a slut and all you do is fuck,
hes not even your boyfriend,
just another fatass with some luck,
it hurts to know what u became,
another dumbass hoe with no fucken brain,
so keep sucking those dicks, its all u have left,
cuz now i moved on and found a new best friend.
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Truth
by Catrina Rose Molina

Must be crazy in your world blonde hair blue eyes crazy girl
Just like me you can see how crazy life remains to be
They look in our eyes but can they see the true beauty in you and me
Do they understand why our hearts weep can’t they see it’s hard to sleep
No one there while you weep
Will they understand our pain or will they still remain cold and vain
Memories of happy times thought in my mind of sad sorrow rhymes
Is there someone there to love and trust or will it always turn to lust
Another hit of that joint another drink of that beer
Takes away all the fears.
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Feelings
by Aimee Michael

I'm Jealous
Jealous of seeing my friends have such a wonderful life while I think mine is totally useless. Jealous of seeing my friends live life to the fullest when I just watch and wait. Jealous to see them pretend that they hate themselves when I really do sometimes. Jealous to have nothing to look forward for in life but they do. Jealous that tomorrow morning they'll wake up and live their life all over again and I won't.

I'm Curious
Curious to see what my friends are gossiping about but get even more curious when they don’t tell me. Curious to see what’s going to happen next in life. Curious to find out how much peoples lives have changed through out the years. Curious to see how much I’ll change in the future. Curious to see if there is a future for me.

I’m Scared
Scared to see what’s becoming of life. Scared of what people say about the future. Scared to see if what they say will come true. Scared that the world will end sooner or later. Scared that I will die sooner or later.
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To a Friend
by Moe Corral

Entre palabras y risas
bajo una luna latente
de este frío invierno
nos conocimos de repente.

Amiga mía, cuanto te he esperado,
no te imaginas cuantas veces te he soñado.
Eres tan especial y tan compañera.
me acompañas con mis risas
tristezas y penas.

Estas siempre atravesando las fronteras
para que llegue a mí,
la melodía de tu voz.

Y cuando me siento solo
en días de nostalgia
me acompañas con tus ojos en silencio
y me haces sonreír.

Porque eres flor
que no deshoja con el tiempo,
que reparte su perfume
por donde quieras
¡Oh Amiga cuanto te quiero!

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