Heavenly heartbreak
Breakup nonet and other heartfelt poetry and prose by Raymond G. Taylor
Breakup nonet
Nonet: A nine-line poem, the first line having nine syllables, the next eight, and so on until the last line has one syllable.
Breakup: The ending of a (typically) romantic or sexual relationship.
I can still feel you, despite the years Since we said we'd go our own ways, Either side of ocean deep.
A future stolen
Meeting you tonight was Wonderful. So glad you could come to my home.
I never knew how I cared for you Until you dared turn me away, Cast me into the abyss
Come, caress me, lips of carmine red. True red, deep red, colour of blood.
Will you dance with a stranger tonight?
Shall I compare thee to a...
When you went back to that soft warm place, Her embrace, her certain welcome.
You say to me you release me now From our betrothal, from my vow To marry you, wedded bliss.
Alcyone, I fear you spurn me, Gentle bonds betwixt us broken.
Other heartfelt verse
I'm in love with a girl who'll never know. Her eyes aflame, her skin aglow, Teeth a pithy white, bright as the moon's eerie glow on a calm, clear night.
Ask me in December. Don’t ask me to remember Your gentle touch, Our fleeting brush with.. Well, you know.
I saw a maiden by the shore Beneath a starlit sky. Swimming in the waves she was, Shameless in her nudity. Earth, ocean, sky and woman
This is the last year they said. No more. An end to man’s existence.
Ever sinking deeper deeper Certain of the end pray sooner Life for me no longer meaning
Hidden demons scourge and mock me. Crushing me, taxing my fragile soul. Only your good grace can set me free.
I saw a damsel drifting by Adorned in white, Marble against the sky. Her eyes downcast, melancholy.
Palms moist, anticipation...
A look, a pearl of saline moisture barely visible. His lips move, not quite a whisper.
Distraction Devil Incarnate, Serpentine Temptress, you ensnare me with your Raven hair. Alluring eyes of Caput Mortuum
Haiku
More humour than heartfelt
The bestest thing to pass my lips At any time’s a bag of chips. At sixpence there’s no better treat...
You are such a splendid tool, I love to hold your handle.
Oh little cup I fill you up With coffee in the morning.
That great ship in the sky?
Though not as mighty as the sword, Nor pen, the pencil's sharper.
A joy to hold for young and old, And never to be toyed with.
Limericks
- A poet? You wouldn't know it
- Orange peel meal
- Dead side down
- Beckenham boy
- Chick, chick, chick, chick, chicken
Tautograms
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (3)
Always so creative in different ways. Interesting and fun writing.
I couldn't help rereading Cheap as Chips and had my mouth water all over again hehehehehe
A lot of reads for me to put on my Vocal list. May I ask if you know how we are to make homepages mentioned in one of the new happenings according to the update from Justin the CEO here ? Your page looks very good with links to your various stories and poems. Thank you for any advice.