disappointment poems

Platonic Love | PYG’s Whisper - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Platonic Love | PYG’s Whisper

True love never dies
Loyal souls never change
Don’t distort the beauty of fairy tales
Don’t blame it on life
Don’t blame it on you
Don’t fake your heart
‘Cause I won’t do
Thought you were my angel
So I gave you my wings
Now you’re ready to fly?
I whined hey wait
But you’re hailing goodbye
I offered you a platonic love
A virgin, a pure an innocent love
I said babe sex got nothing on me
Clog your ears believe what you see
They only gossip about me
They can’t be you and they won’t own me
But you were disgusted with the taste of my kiss
That’s why I hated the scent of my lips
You know… I spent my youth buying time for you
Guess I’ll spend my sunsets waiting here for you
Even though I’m wide aware
That time and tide wait for no man
But I’m prepared to make an exception
‘Cause our romance was perfection
And I’ll rebirth its dead sensation

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My Legacy | Lisaroselea - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

My Legacy | Lisaroselea

I have a little secret which I’m gonna let you know!
I hid my Will in a biscuit tin, many moons ago.
I also wrote a little note and tucked it safe inside.
Some photos too, of my bygone years; to be opened when I died.

That biscuit tin’s well hidden and I’m SURE it’s full of rust,
I never told a single soul, for there’s no one I would trust.
A fortune from my lifetime? Bequeathed to all those left?
Can my legacy bring them joy, or will they feel bereft?

Would love to see their faces when they get this gift from me
Can see them booking flights to destinations ‘cross the sea.
Champagne corks a-popping as they work out what to buy.
And I feel a little guilty, as I deem to tell you why.

I’ve spent the ruddy lot you see, and I have had a ball!
No old timer’s home for me, the beer-off’s had it all
Not a dime, nor a pound; there is nothing that they’re due,
There’s just THAT piece of paper. A simple I.O.U.!

Kid with a Dream | Cattail Jester - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Kid with a Dream | Cattail Jester

I was a 40 year old
kid with a dream
Then I was a 59 year
old kid with a nicer dream
Always been eager,
I guess you could say
Never quite feeling my age
I wanted to sing on the stage
but no one could stand my
voice, wanted to write nice words
No one wanted to read.
Just an 80 year old kid
with a jolly little dream.

Ceremony | Cattail Jester - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

Ceremony | Cattail Jester

The passion
Not to mention promenade
And pageantry
Then the rush
They called my name
Another human being
Looked at me
Recognition
Then the dull blunt
Stomach punch
When the award was not mine
To claim.

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