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Classical Poetry Port

Who thought you could die from a broken heart?
Who thought you would weep when love makes you break?
He left her heart aching for the times that they had.
He didn't think twice before he left her to dream.
He had made her laugh, and made her sing
But what she remembers is the pain deep within.
She tries to move on. She tries not to cry.
But her broken heart reminds her of what could have been

I don't understand how you could love me and just forget
Did you ever really care or was it just a trick?
I remember when you told me you'd buy a dozen roses.
It must have been a lie because you moved on so quick.
Do you not care, that you made me cry?
You said that you cared for me, but you couldn't be true.
I don't understand. I will never know why.

I remember the days when I used to fly.
I could soar all day long from one look of his eye.
I didn't want to come down so that my dream would never end.
So why am I now here on the ground without him?
What made me fall from the billowy clouds?
I came crashing down but he was not there, to pick me back up and out of despair.

I once sang a happy song.
A song so full of glee.
The song took me through my day and always set me free.
It seems like only yesterday when this song I sang.
But those days have gone away and I am left to mourn.
The betrayal of another one left me in this state.
So now I sing another song about something that will never be.
This song does not make me happy and doesn't set me free.
It makes me feel like my heart is ripping out of me.

Why do I so easily fall in love?
I fall in love with a man who won't love me back.
But it isn't up to me who my heart will flutter at.
All I can do is live each day anew,and hope that I can love again.

Rob is the man for who all my dreams were real.
He told me I was beautiful and seemed to genuinly care.
I waited each day just to see his face.
To be held in his arms, a smile upon his face.
I dreamt of his touch and his warm tender smile.
I loved him so dearly and held his hand in mine.
Now my heart is aching for another kiss.
Rob, tell me you love me, tell me you care.
How long can I survive without you, you are not there.

I don't know what to say.
I don't know what to do.
I'm sorry I made you feel that way.
I'm sorry I made you cry.
The pain it caused you hurt me deep down inside.
I shouldn't have jumped at the offer you made.
It caused me to slip and tremble even more.
Now all I can utter from my two lips is
I'M SORRY. I can say no more.

You have taught me many things.
Things that are brand new.
Things that I am glad I found,all because of you.
What you taught me is one of life's greatest things.
You taught me to love and the happiness it brings.
So thank you from deep in my heart.
I love you and I hope we never part.

Love is a mystery a tangled web.
It is the root of our soul and teaches us to feel.
The love makes us happy and the love lost makes us sad.
Love is the cause of so many things.
But love is the key to the life that it brings.
But it is hard to tell who you will love
Because love is a mystery, a tangled web.

My heart contains one wish.
A wish so very small.
It contains the root of lifelong happiness and bears my inner soul
There is only one, from whom this wish I could receive.
The answer to my little prayer will show when love is sent my way.

Somebody help me.
I need to feel happy.
I need to get out of the depths of despair
So give me your hand
Lift me off of the floor
And keep me from falling even more.
I just need your shoulder to lean on.
And for your arms to hold me tight.
And I will be happy, without any strife.

I've never had this feeling before.
Everything just seems so right.
I've never been this happy before.
My world is full of light.
I've never been so confident.
My face has never been this bright.

On here I will include more than poems from just me.I will include poems from people that you've probably heard of before. If you have a poem that you want to submit Email it to me and I will include it on this page.

All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem:
In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea:
Breath and bloom, shade and shine,--wonder, wealth, and--how far above them--
Truth that's brighter than gem,
Trust, that's purer than pearl,--
Brightest truth, purest trust in the universe--all were for me
In the kiss of one girl.
Robert Browning

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me--
That is my dream!

To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.
Langston Hughes