Poetry About Single Life
Here is a list of the titles of my poems below:
(About Lacking Love And Companionship):
Drifting
Damp Lilac Night
Single (a cinquain)
(About Dating And Searching For Love):
Missing
Real Vanilla
(About the Elusiveness Of The Right Person):
Deserts And Seas
Moonlight Yearnings
Fairy Tale
(About Unrequited Love):
Beautiful Mirage
Fire And Ice
Perhaps You Know
(About Aftermath of Separations):
Ice And Snow
Rocked
all are copyright Mary Brett, and not to be used without permission.
Drifting
drifting
drifting always
never a harbour for me
never a beacon to see
no land for me
no shore to softly lead me home
the waves and scourging sky alone
wearily I roam
Who cursed my soul,
to wander this world regarded not?
Unseen misjudged en-menaced my lot,
and yet I accept my Fate.
Somewhere shines a candle in a window for me:
there's beauties untold 'midst the depths of the sea;
and the mermaids, now the mermaids,
will love me.
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Damp Lilac Night
a damp night
with the scent of lilac, so beautiful
with no-one to share
with no-one to care
I think of the past
and how I thought we would last
but you went away.
no light at the end of the tunnel, after all
dark here to stay
now a damp night
with the scent of lilac, so beautiful
with no-one to share
with no-one to care
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Single (a cinquain)
Sewing,
at home alone,
aching, for a heartmate,
I think, at least I'm not out on,
a date!
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Missing
I realise,
what’s been missing:
you’ve never referred to my dreams.
Just now, was one time you should have mentioned them,
but you didn’t. Then you walked away.
I don’t want to call you back.
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Real Vanilla
my mind slips away …
to a hand passing me a fairy cake,
on a plate with a doyley,
and then a cup of tea.
my mind slips away …
to the barmaid at The Coach and Horses,
to the bit of lace on her camisole,
and how she stopped and talked to us,
about the ghosts and presences there,
and then lingered for a moment,
by our table,
exuding sympathy.
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Deserts and Seas
A wailing in the desert,
from one collapsed and burning:
oh bring the cup to my lips!
oh bring the cup to my lips!
The agonies of a consumptive,
dying though soothed by poppies:
despair is my uncontained blood!
despair is my uncontained blood!
Oh earth why do you shun,
the water cherished by moon and sun,
but cleave to the cruel sky alone where I am?
Sandstorms and space,
then space with the seas,
no chalice.
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Moonlight Yearnings
I want some moonlight.
Not harsh and hard, brown,
wood-like people.
Something rare.
Gentle, drifting, lace-trimmed care,
wafting dreams unto the air.
I want some moonlight.
Not the sun, all scorch and burn,
or flames which dazing, leap and turn,
and make me yearn,
for that precious strangeness,
in which full bliss takes root: -
a sweet vanilla shoot.
I don’t want the world:
no talk of people and their brutalities.
Warm hearth, small cake and a cup of tea,
then music, art, dress-up for me;
a glut of fancy …
I want some moonlight.
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Fairy Tale
You said,
that fairy tales aren’t reality,
but if that’s so,
how come I’ve been living with a dragon all my life?
You said,
that fairy tales aren’t reality,
but if that’s so,
how come my aunt swears a knight rescued her from one?
I’m sure,
that fairy tales pulse with reality,
and that in mine you play the part of the wicked witch.
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Beautiful Mirage
Beautiful mirage,
Leave me dying of my thirst,
In this desert, through which I struggle,
Always in search of you!
Once you relieved my pains,
For just one blissful morning.
Or was that oasis,
Which drenched me in ecstasy,
Merely a dream?
Dazzling mirage,
Flourish in some country faraway,
For I’ve realised that,
Whenever I see you,
You’re yet not there!
So, nourish your garden,
And raise your palm trees thick,
So you can relish the delightful coolness of their shade.
While, agonised by my thirst,
And torturing sun exposure,
I collapse unto my lonely death -
still seeing you!
Oh, why, oh, why, is Fate so cruel?
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Fire And Ice
My fire
cannot melt the ice in your heart
cannot bring spring to the winter of me,
within your soul.
I realise now, that the sparklingness of us,
was really just a brilliance from you:
a flurry of snowflakes wept for me,
by your sweet, ever-changing moon.
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Perhaps You Know
Perhaps you know
what I've never told.
That could be,
lingering in the air.
On the surface, friendship.
Beneath: the oceans of my soul.
How I wish you were floating in them with me.
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Ice And Snow
Life, is an icy tundra without your smile
an endless blizzard without your eyes,
sparkling into mine, their warmth.
Sadness, makes me turn away to hide,
these tears that would like a river's torrent fall,
if they hadn't frozen solid long ago.
I'll be on my journey.
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Rocked
They don’t rock me baby,
like you do.
they don’t, lift me up high,
hold me close,
envelope me.
Like my magic hammock,
my crazy womb,
which was my room,
in which I’d go flying, through the sky,
experiencing it all through you.
Where are you now, baby;
those arms that held?
Those eyes that would zoom,
into quenching pools of water, in which I could bathe; -
or, would sparkle with stars, which set the world ablaze,
when life seemed heavy and grey?
Why did you go away?
Oh I wish I could tell you baby,
that life isn’t as bounteous since you left,
not as yielding, or as rich.
Problems overwhelm, and progress is slow,
like an inch at a time!
For when I was with you: -
you rocked me, sweetheart:
soothed me, and exalted me;
thrilled me, and mothered me.
You were my lift, my swing.
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