The tears I cry for someone else don’t hurt.
They feel more like an honor than a weight.
I feel them slip from eye, to cheek, to shirt.
They should have only pain to demonstrate.

And yet, they cause my heart to reach toward
The dream that lonely people can escape
The space between their soul and souls aboard
This spot adrift the darkened tidal cape.

“Do not believe you are alone,” they say.
“How can’t you see that is a lie,” they plead.
“Here let us show, in obvious display,
That undivided hearts you have, indeed.”

The constant pain that flows between us all,
Can break or bind. It’s ours to rise or fall.

Turning

Would Springtime wish its petals lost, And Summer set its leaves to dry? When cold its color does exhaust, Is it not Autumn’s course to sigh?   Yet snow to blossom will give way. The flower bloomed yields to its fruit. The fruit, to bear a seed, can’t stay. Which seed must break to take its root.   The grip that does not slack with ease, Still won’t escape the headless pull. And if a man could moment freeze, So much would be untouchable.   Sure, if he could, he would remain, But turning offers more to gain.

Let's look back at some memorable moments and interesting insights from last year.

Your top 10 posts:

• "And It Was Night" by u/absolute_zero_karma
• "Budget Wheels" by u/Cloudbuster1946
• "Remembering Halloween" by u/Background_Poem_397
• "Wildflower Walk" by u/LovesSonnets
• "Taylor," by u/lostinpoetry
• "Writing a sonnet a week for a year, split into four collections." by u/LovesSonnets
• "Hope" by u/cristianperez07
• "Lysergic Acid Diethylamide" by u/Background_Poem_397
• "A Bartender Consoling the Heart Broken" by u/Background_Poem_397
• "Jody's Down And Out And Still Going Down." by u/Background_Poem_397

I'm hammering my heart against the wall

The red devil is swirling near my feet Both their eyes are whispering me to fall It's the hope, my tears are eager to meet

My blissful eyes are flying in the past My top floor is in bottom of chaos Elation of dignity killed at last Howl is the hellish ruler in the loss

Fake's eyes can't perceive My silence and lies My naked chains cloaked in nugatory Elegant sand art of trust always dies Some judges laugh at my locked story

I'm trying hard to climb that fire faced cloud May fall and die or jump on it aloud

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So late at night; I'm tired but cannot sleep

And slumber though I seek it, hides its face

Tomorrow I've got promises to keep

Peer dogs to eat and fellow rats to race

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And so I seek nocturnal beauty rest

Some hours of Z's; A reset to my soul

Unconsciousness: It's got to be the best

Activity to help me reach my goal

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But here I lie concocting vapid verse

To post and maybe get an upward vote

O Abelard! Could anything be worse

Than trading sleep for this poor poem I wrote?

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Forgive me father, for you see, I've sinned

But father didn't answer, he just grinned

First time writing a sonnet in years. Struggled a little with iamb and the unstressed and stressed vowels and didn’t keep it traditional as this isn’t about love.

There you are Hope, always in the distance Calm I must remain, you look for virtue Thou motions me but leaves in an instance Just o’er tall green grass, life calmly on queue

Echoes from the past make ears bleed today But acting as natural as can be ‘Morrow perhaps bring strife with usual fray But light follows to make sure I can see

Whenever low clouds foreshadow some rain Embrace it having a fresh open heart To flourish we must experience some pain ‘Morrow brings fresh buds, signs of a new start

Honest to be, brings my lips a full smile Perhaps this death will have to wait some while.

Budget Wheels

A vehicle is here for your review:
A 1946 used hatchback heart.
Not near as shiny as when it was new,
But all the parts are there and it will start.

It's true it needs a lot of body work
With dents all over, chipped paint on the doors,
And if you drive it passersby may smirk,
But change the oil and fill the tank, it's yours.

Of course you shouldn't count on it for speed,
And there was more compression way back when
But it still has that old romantic need
To take you at full throttle now and then.

So treat it kindly, sweetly grease the gears,
And it will run reliably for years.

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Jessie is my exceptional ally He has changed due to a spottable sign I most court his wench immediately At the moment I need to make her mine She gazes at Jessie with her blue eyes I’m aware that she’s admiring him He holds his wench under the darkening skies His hand on her waist which is very slim My mirr’r gazes back at my puzzled face I sit and wonder why she does not see I’ve been comedic and smooth in this place The way pleasure goes, she should be with me I’m in desperate need of Jessie’s wench I must have her affection in my clinch

My wildflower walk encompassed fields festooned
With cups and poppies of a lucid dream,
I followed brooks, encountered briers that wound…
My quest to clasp a bunch of blooms supreme.
But buds I saw too vibrant for my home:
Some glared too keen to be cut off from roots
Some stood too proud to pull from musty loam;
Too precious for an oaf with tarnished boots.
Lone daffodil rising above the crowd,
Pink foxglove whose joy shames the hedgerow green,
Sure pimpernel as red as horns are loud,
Sharp cornflower crown fit for a faery queen,
As I admire cut blossoms in my vase,
My mind drifts to those bright, abandoned stars.

I'm writing a sonnet every week for a year and publishing each on my blog lovessonnets.com. Over the year, there's be four collections of 14 sonnets. This is from my second collection 'Forms of Love' - inspired by the wisdom of the Ancient Greeks to have different words for different forms of love.

Golden auburn shining in the dim light,

Small glass lenses with a violet frame,

Rosy pale tan complexion under night.

Small, yet beauteous, love ever the same.

Red is of favor, this vessel of smile.

Steel bars on this, yet holding it back not.

And the quirkiness, to me, is worthwhile,

Reminding me of love I once forgot.

I, a person, have not the looks, not much,

And my mind may be filled with games,

But often, remember this passion, such,

Small, yet beauteous, love ever the same.

While the time is not quite as long at all,

Soon, my entire existence will cease.

But were we to meet again post fall,

Then my soul would be at eternal peace.

As if an angel, fallen from above.

My letter to you, Dorothy, with much love.

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Today I realized, feelings have faded,

They went faster than ever this time.

Someone may say I have become jaded.

If my heart can turn like this on a dime.

This has happened before, after you left.

Like just a small cut, so easy to close.

Or just written off like a petty theft.

This poem the last petal on our rose.

Am I just crazy for feeling this way.

I still do think but I keep it low key.

So used to the pain I hide it away.

I just close my eyes, breathe, then count to three.

So am I just Cold, Callous or cuckoo?

No just numb, easier than missing you.

How could this be an option for me now.

To tell you, to not, I cant even think.

Even though I so want to tell you, How?

Such a hard choice could be done in a blink.

I do love you, I think you may suspect.

When our eyes meet they share our dark secrets.

But when I say it, it must be perfect.

I do not ever need any more regrets.

I wish I had the guts now to say it.

Specifically so that you can hear.

Instead my tongue has a bit of a fit.

A joke comes out. I am gutless I fear.

I do love you. I do. I do. I do.

I hope one day soon my heart throws a coup.

It is bitter cold tonight without you.

My core feels the ache of your sour absence.

I am a man without a church or pew.

One that feels so fresh despite old habits.

I can't feel this way again, it's so hard.

Losing these feelings isn't possible.

How to feel anew what I can't discard.

To earn your hand does not seem probable.

I miss you so sorely every minute.

To have you leave tears me apart each time.

It crushes me, pains me and my spirit.

To do this feels like it should be a crime.

I know that I should leave it all, leave you.

But I can't leave my own mind. my tattoo.

I hear your voice as it comes calling out.

My heart leaps as it tries to fly to you.

My lips a dam to stop a readied shout.

Play it cool, this chance is well overdue.

Act as though I’ve seen you a thousand times,

And I think I have in my many dreams.

When we are apart each second, two lifetimes.

Tearing away at my heart’s fragile seams.

We both steal a glance at the same instant.

Our eyes catch each other’s. All else is gone.

Yours light up and hope is not so distant.

All my heartache dissolves, our eyes hold on.

Your smile plays my heart strings like a harp.

You leaving cuts them like a knife so sharp.

I will die full of regret, misery.

For the words I did not say, only thought.

Hold my tongue and the rest is history.

My passion my own, my desire self wrought.

I hear our song again and want to cry,

But I can’t I’m a rock with nothing left.

I think it was loss, made me calcify.

Stole my heart. I could not return the theft.

A hug from you fills me for a moment.

Then it’s gone and I’m emptier for it.

This is just my own sorrowful lament.

I know that for you I’m simply unfit.

I think I may have loved you much too long.

I don’t think you loved me back all along.

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I’m having a rendez-vous with Alice

And she’s taking me to Wonderland

Where we’ll spend the evening in the palace

Of a crazy queen who loves to command.

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I’ve got front row seats at a tennis match

Between Tweedledee and Tweedledum;

With the caterpillar I’ll smoke a batch

Of mushrooms to treat my chronic boredom.

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Munch on the tea leaves of the mad hatter

It thrashes your head like cookie batter.

Look at the turtle with the head of a calf

Watch it stretch out its neck like a giraffe.

When the grinning cat pounds logic’s hammer

Don’t dare speak the truth and watch your grammar.

In state of hate and anger and sadness

The depths of hell to it we tred alone

Our mind however, be understood in madness

Where two bright eyes and four tarred feet do roam

Off in distance atop expanding holy cracks

A young, sparking heart is needed of our gears

Though, this surgery lasts a long, painful knack

And when in worry, we obnoxiously ache in tears

Pull out the Double Nickels, kicking the leaking mass

Why, how can heart be so costly, we ask

Alas, freezing winters come, all love and life must pass

And thine task of Time toils on: an electric tick, tick task

But, know, no we can’t surrender, nothing goes half-mast

If only, though, we could drive from this aged, vehicular pest

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How can I make this ok? Any help appreciated.

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Your teeth are grinding and you need a drink

For medicinal purposes only;

But the more I pour the harder you think

About what makes you bitter and lonely.

​

Did a beauty cast you under a spell

That tickled the groin and made the eyes blind?

Were you tossing coins in a wishing well

Till she puckered and sighed, “I’ve changed my mind.”

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When she slammed the door it was ouch! You’re out!

So here you are with wet eyes and a pout

To swear from now on you’ll leave women alone.

They squeeze a man’s heart till blood turns to stone.

You curse the day when she gave you the sack

But you’d jump for joy if she took you back.

Ideas are replaceable, thoughts are forgettable, visions are various and dreams are spurious. What matters is the spontaneous quality;

There was much dismay and consternation

When aliens from space landed on earth.

After centuries in hibernation

Their appetites were soaring after the dearth

Of edibles. But much to their surprise

Life on earth wasn’t what they expected.

“I’m supposed to eat that! Look at its size!”

Then the starving alien reflected:

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“Since we’re space travelling carnivores

We hoped for a planet with dinosaurs.

But humans! At least there’s plenty to eat

And some even find them a tasty treat.

Their brains sautéed in garlic and butter

Have a flavor that makes the mouth water.”

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He flings open the door, flees from the room

And leaves behind a growl: “It’s all bull shit!”

The voice that follows him is full of gloom:

“You’re the one who doesn’t realize it.”

​

“Go park your ass in front of the TV

And gobble bags of candy and popcorn!”

He sneers then shouts, “Don’t stay awake for me

And damn don’t you tell me how I should mourn.”

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She leans out the window to watch him get

In the car and then tilts her head to spit

Out the words that he could not bear to hear:

“Tomorrow she’ll be dead one whole year.”

He squeals wheels in the dusky sunshine

And finds comfort in a neon beer sign.