Comments on: The poetry of breaking up http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/ 'watching a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor' Fri, 03 Jul 2009 18:12:14 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: Tom http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-114 Tom Sat, 01 Sep 2007 05:38:13 +0000 https://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-114 Hello there, I have written an article on breaks up on my site. It's here: http://www.lovenemotions.com/relationships/coping-with-breakups.php If you like the article, please do link to it from your blog. I mean .. PLEASE. And I will link back to you from that same page. This is a sincere request. You may remove this comment. I contacted you through this as I did not have any other means of reaching you. Regards, Tom Hello there,

I have written an article on breaks up on my site. It’s here: http://www.lovenemotions.com/relationships/coping-with-breakups.php

If you like the article, please do link to it from your blog. I mean .. PLEASE. And I will link back to you from that same page. This is a sincere request.

You may remove this comment. I contacted you through this as I did not have any other means of reaching you.

Regards,
Tom

]]> By: christina http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-113 christina Wed, 15 Aug 2007 20:47:06 +0000 https://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-113 hey there is one correction in this poem ,find it out achacha Forgiven:- I still remember the day you left me behind leaving behind an innocent face standing beside me always wanting to be aside you. Your footprints still there ,undusted. I cannot think why, because when I ponder over our life that was fragile, I become imbecile. Love was all I could shower upon you, ignoring my inborn weaknesses. I accept them all……………… I was not beautiful,rich,fruitful and sumptuous in words. When your eyes used to meet mine with boiling rage, yellowed by greed for money, I knew there was a battle to be won. You may not know how it targeted on me. There were nights when I never knew sleep, there were nights when I used to mistaken stars for ghosts. There were nights,whose creepiness presented me not the dreams of an azure valley! And what more, I burst into tears when our daughter used to look at me with flooded eyes asking frequently “Why does’nt daddy love me?” Many a days i have seen you ignoring me, young lasses in your arms , where I still wish to be. But there was one thing that hurt me even deeper, never did the father in you show grace to your daughter. Even at the moments of her dying pain she wished to just have a glimpse of you. But unfortunately she left me sobbing, and I could feel her clutching my arms for the last time. How can God ever spare you! A man of injustice and gluttony. So brutal and inimical. Still I wish just to glide your hands over my face. Why do I still love you?I hate myself. But now I understand , God spared me for this moment.My wish has come true. You have come back and now I am at your hands , dying, and I can hear you weeping. With my last breath ,I am chanting heart fully “My love,you are forgiven” submitted by . . . . . . . . . .Christina Daisy Philips hey there is one correction in this poem ,find it out achacha

Forgiven:-
I still remember the day you left me behind
leaving behind an innocent face standing beside me
always wanting to be aside you.
Your footprints still there ,undusted.
I cannot think why,
because when I ponder over our life that was fragile,
I become imbecile.
Love was all I could shower upon you,
ignoring my inborn weaknesses.
I accept them all………………
I was not beautiful,rich,fruitful and sumptuous in words.
When your eyes used to meet mine with boiling rage,
yellowed by greed for money,
I knew there was a battle to be won.

You may not know how it targeted on me.
There were nights when I never knew sleep,
there were nights when I used to mistaken stars for ghosts.
There were nights,whose creepiness presented me
not the dreams of an azure valley!
And what more,
I burst into tears when our daughter used to
look at me with flooded eyes asking frequently
“Why does’nt daddy love me?”

Many a days i have seen you ignoring me,
young lasses in your arms ,
where I still wish to be.

But there was one thing that hurt me even deeper,
never did the father in you show grace to your daughter.
Even at the moments of her dying pain
she wished to just have a glimpse of you.
But unfortunately she left me sobbing,
and I could feel her clutching my arms for the last time.

How can God ever spare you!
A man of injustice and gluttony.
So brutal and inimical.
Still I wish just to glide your hands over my face.
Why do I still love you?I hate myself.

But now I understand ,
God spared me for this moment.My wish has come true.
You have come back and now
I am at your hands ,
dying,
and I can hear you weeping.
With my last breath ,I am chanting heart fully
“My love,you are forgiven”

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]]> By: Christina http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-111 Christina Wed, 08 Aug 2007 18:47:50 +0000 https://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-111 hey i think this is the best place to fit in my poem as well.......................................... Forgiven:- I still remember the day you left me behind leaving behind an innocent face standing beside me always wanting to be aside you. Your footprints still there ,undusted. I cannot think why, because when I ponder over our life that was fragile, I become imbecile. Love was all I could shower upon you, ignoring my inborn weaknesses. I accept them all.................. I was not beautiful,rich,fruitful and sumptuous in words. When your eyes used to meet mine with boiling rage, yellowed by greed of money, I knew there was a battle to be won. You may not know how it targeted on me. There were nights when I never knew sleep, there were nights when I used to mistaken stars for ghosts. There were nights,whose creepiness presented me not the dreams of an azure valley! And what more, I burst into tears when our daughter used to look at me with flooded eyes asking frequently "Why does'nt daddy love me?" Many a days i have seen you ignoring me, young lasses in your arms , where I still wish to be. But there was one thing that hurt me even deeper, never did the father in you show grace to your daughter. Even at the moments of her dying pain she wished to just have a glimpse of you. But unfortunately she left me sobbing, and I could feel her clutching my arms for the last time. How can God ever spare you! A man of injustice and gluttony. So brutal and inimical. Still I wish just to glide your hands over my face. Why do I still love you?I hate myself. But now I understand , God spared me for this moment.My wish has come true. You have come back and now I am at your hands , dying, and I can hear you weeping. With my last breath ,I am chanting heart fully "My love,you are forgiven" submitted by . . . . . . . . . .Christina Daisy Philips hey i think this is the best place to fit in my poem as well……………………………………

Forgiven:-
I still remember the day you left me behind
leaving behind an innocent face standing beside me
always wanting to be aside you.
Your footprints still there ,undusted.
I cannot think why,
because when I ponder over our life that was fragile,
I become imbecile.
Love was all I could shower upon you,
ignoring my inborn weaknesses.
I accept them all………………
I was not beautiful,rich,fruitful and sumptuous in words.
When your eyes used to meet mine with boiling rage,
yellowed by greed of money,
I knew there was a battle to be won.

You may not know how it targeted on me.
There were nights when I never knew sleep,
there were nights when I used to mistaken stars for ghosts.
There were nights,whose creepiness presented me
not the dreams of an azure valley!
And what more,
I burst into tears when our daughter used to
look at me with flooded eyes asking frequently
“Why does’nt daddy love me?”

Many a days i have seen you ignoring me,
young lasses in your arms ,
where I still wish to be.

But there was one thing that hurt me even deeper,
never did the father in you show grace to your daughter.
Even at the moments of her dying pain
she wished to just have a glimpse of you.
But unfortunately she left me sobbing,
and I could feel her clutching my arms for the last time.

How can God ever spare you!
A man of injustice and gluttony.
So brutal and inimical.
Still I wish just to glide your hands over my face.
Why do I still love you?I hate myself.

But now I understand ,
God spared me for this moment.My wish has come true.
You have come back and now
I am at your hands ,
dying,
and I can hear you weeping.
With my last breath ,I am chanting heart fully
“My love,you are forgiven”

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.Christina Daisy Philips

]]> By: alyssa http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-11 alyssa Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:55:59 +0000 https://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-11 i absalutley loved that poem and fully thought it was so true if any body disagrees with that poem then they can get f***ed i absalutley loved that poem and fully thought it was so true if any body disagrees with that poem then they can get f***ed

]]> By: Lipika Sahoo http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-6 Lipika Sahoo Sun, 14 May 2006 07:43:30 +0000 https://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-6 Love is mutual and so are break-ups...mutually agreed-on or otherwise. Most often, the latter. Love is relative and so is the joy it brings. A break-up is absolute...and so is the pain it ensures. Love can be one-sided and a break-up cant. It can never be. "Is there someone in your life you need to talk to?" Yes and I want to. But does he? "Give a ring?" Yes I do.It rings endlessly. Nobody respondes. "Maybe just a smile perhaps" If a smile is far-fetched, even a glance should do.But does he care to? "Grasp this moment, before it too slips away." Yes, it did slip off. The harder I tried to grasp, the easier it was for him to find his way out. Like the fine grains of sand, held tight within the fist. Open it and nothing is seen. Nothing but an empty palm and the lines of destiny running on it, blurred by the sand that had once rested on them. Nothing remains but some moaning voices from within, mummed by the void beyond. A deafening silence. Break-ups are bad. I agree Geo. I agree Dylan. Love is mutual and so are break-ups…mutually agreed-on or otherwise. Most often, the latter.
Love is relative and so is the joy it brings. A break-up is absolute…and so is the pain it ensures.
Love can be one-sided and a break-up cant. It can never be.

“Is there someone in your life you need to talk to?”
Yes and I want to. But does he?

“Give a ring?”
Yes I do.It rings endlessly. Nobody respondes.

“Maybe just a smile perhaps”
If a smile is far-fetched, even a glance should do.But does he care to?

“Grasp this moment, before it too slips away.”
Yes, it did slip off. The harder I tried to grasp, the easier it was for him to find his way out. Like the fine grains of sand, held tight within the fist. Open it and nothing is seen. Nothing but an empty palm and the lines of destiny running on it, blurred by the sand that had once rested on them.
Nothing remains but some moaning voices from within, mummed by the void beyond.
A deafening silence.

Break-ups are bad. I agree Geo. I agree Dylan.

]]> By: Veetrag http://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-5 Veetrag Sat, 13 May 2006 08:54:35 +0000 https://geop.wordpress.com/2006/05/12/the-poetry-of-breaking-up/#comment-5 “Tomorrow will be another day. Guess it's too late to say the things to you That you needed to hear me say.” I don’t completely agree with this. When it comes to true friends it is never late. Sometimes external or internal factors cause some confusion but next day cloud on uncertainty clears up and everything is back to normal. And the key to the friendship lies in selflessness. I love the end part and completely agree to it - “Do it. Dont wait…for him/her to do it first. Dont let your ego come in the way.” “Tomorrow will be another day.
Guess it’s too late to say the things to you
That you needed to hear me say.”

I don’t completely agree with this. When it comes to true friends it is never late. Sometimes external or internal factors cause some confusion but next day cloud on uncertainty clears up and everything is back to normal. And the key to the friendship lies in selflessness.
I love the end part and completely agree to it – “Do it. Dont wait…for him/her to do it first. Dont let your ego come in the way.”

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