Our friendship here had only just started
then you left me alone, broken hearted
you're gone but not forgotten
now life it seems so rotten
ever since the sad day you departed.
We miss you, Chan :)
This was my sadder take on the "poet who broke my heart" contest theme.
the weather outside is cold
and without someone to hold
the nights are long
i sing this song
i feel like i am old
On his awareness, her flaunted features stand a peg
forcing out zeal and energy from his third leg
praying for a wishful share
of her behind like a chair
and yet unending are his hopes, prayers and beg.
There once was a man that was lackluster
Who's life was one giant cluster
Writes a suicide note
He slits his throat
Blank stares are all his family can muster
I am not lonely anymore
LAX - my neighbor next door
TSA is boyfriend
Daily travels pretend
Mile High Club is now on the floor...
Inspired by Carolyn's Blog on TSA Humor :)
Limerick : Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Once a Lonely Grand-Dad in a Log-Jam
Paid an urgent visit to a Grande-Dame*
She lifted the stuck log
During Pea-Souper smog
Damn ! Got carried down Grand-Dad Rapids – Wham !
* Dame : pronounced as in French
© TWignesan – Paris, 2013
In our house, 'tis the season for football
Cheering our teams, jeering the ref's calls
But he's not the sort
To care about sports
So my hubby gets lonely every fall!
Staring at the shy pale moon*
I came to realize rather soon
That without you on my side
My sorrow wasn’t able to hide
That bright night of month June!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 MARCH 2014
*Inspired by a Limerick written
by Mystic Rose!
When I look around..I See that It's abound
Whatever it Is..It wants Peace
Peace of mind..An everlastingly Bind
No racketeering..It isn't Blind
It Sees More than what you see.
you are my amorous armadillo
you reflect in the clouds that billow,
and when i am lonely
i think of you only
and whisper your name on my pillow!
I'm a lonely golf ball lost in the wood,
hit by a golfer that's not very good.
Honestly I swear,
I don't think he cares.
Maybe taking a few lessons he should.
Was that a man in the moon
Riding over the dune
Or is it a woman
Perhaps built like a man
Singing a lonely tune
A lady called Margaret Prideaux
Was a pretty and lonely young widow
But she no longer frowned
When the plumber came round
For she really enjoyed what he did, oh!
So you say someone broke your heart,
you fell in love right from the start,
you're alone - but don't fear,
I'll wipe that lonely tear...
for taking over is my art.
A lonely young girl from Rome
Talked all day on the phone,
She wanted a friend
To put her boredom to end,
That night she wasn't alone.
Lonely Louie was looking for love
so he prayed to the Lord up above,
"Please, bring me a missus
who gives lots of kisses
despite what I might be short of!"
To lovers love means tender embraces,
to the lonely orphans...tenderness,
to the lost...life, not death;
to children...moms who laugh,
and to me...happiness that's endless.
There once was this girl who was pretty
Who resided in New York City
Got mugged Friday night
Weak attempt at a fight
Life as a harlot is such a pity
The night was lonely for a friend
But no one was up around then
That was until three
He let out a weep
And the stars came to comfort him.
Sobriety was good only in the past
For all those who are gentle, the die is cast
You reap what you sow, no more
Learn tricks of trade, all over
All the nice guys would always finish the last!
Inspired by Mark Twain's Quote: "Be good and you will be lonely."
There was a little girl in a coat.
Singing in a lonely boat
A bird was attracted to her bread,
And the girl smiled and said,
"I shall build you a little cote."
I know there's a man in the moon
He looks down like a lonely cartoon
He flies his night kite
in the dark side of light
Whilst whistling a lunatic tune
All I Have Left
Now I always seem so lonely
He left and lost my one and only
And am currently alone
Though sun still has shone
All that is here to comfort me.
There once was a lonely young girl
Who lived in her own little world
When she felt morose
She took off her clothes
And said,"I'll give naked a whirl".
For contest Naked
No more in use, cobwebs fill the old mug
laid so fine yet no leg steps on the rug
just one mind only
soon far from holy
the soul on the body becomes a thug