As the title implies, these poems have some sort of emotional factor involved, from your classic love to despair.
Consequence
I do what I feel; no matter,
Should I become persona non grata.
But your words, they touch deeply inside,
Cutting the falsehoods of my pride.

To fuel the hopelessness of my position,
You pointblankedly fire your decision-
Unknowingly burning the shriveled remains,
A budding heart is cruelly slain.

Look to the future, for what you have done.
I am worthless in value for a woman to have won.
And the unlucky lady, who picks up what's left?
Will find herself cheated, deserted and bereft.

Outcast
Night falls suddenly upon me,
And a seemingly eternal darkness
Blankets the world in which I live in.
That is what it feels like- to experience

A yearning for another one's return
Of emotion-to find no soul willing to give.
It matters not that people surround me,
In essence I am still alone in this world

Of mine- lost, confused, in turmoil.
Seeking but not finding I am one and
One only, hoping to relieve the burden
Of a tainted and pained and tortured spirit
Upon an individual I dub friend.

Supposed love
Two lonely hearts make one common cause,
Two lonely hearts create a deep abiding love.
A drifting soul, seeking its double
Encounters love-hate-trouble.

Oh- nothing is fair in love and war,
A broken man, never to hope forevermore.
A lonely wanderer yet once again travels a solitary path;
Despotic chuckle, melancholic mock of self.

To regret is to admit mistake-
To forget is to run away.
The injustice of unrequited love,
The bad decisions that we make.

No use to eye the rearview mirror
When oncoming traffic veers in your way.
Could have been, would have been;
A fucked up life- who could have foreseen?

Colour of love
Emotions are colours; pain is red, innocence white.
I say love is pink; He that dares to brave the thorns
Pricks droplets of blood to stain the lovely rose.
To know love is to fuse hurt
With pleasure, naivete with worldliness.

Begging
If you give me half the chance,
I’d become your endless supply of romance;
Steal the bright city lights to endow your eyes,
Your eyes- suspicious, sensing my half-baked lies.

You’d hand me acclaim, as if I was a hero,
I’d be the man you’d look up to, your prominent guide;
No problem could possibly burden my shoulders
If you’d only consent to become my bride.

But haste and impulse destroyed the love fostered,
Stupidity-ineptitude- a future it’s costed;
Alas, there’s nothing left to contain that sparkle,
Or make you forget that stupid debacle.

Mental Exercise
Walking, pacing my train of thought,
Wondering what tomorrow will bring,
Trashing a dozen red roses I bought,
Muting sweet words of love I’d sing.

Crimson rays fire the evening sky-
But such beauty remains a dull sight;
My actions- they’re hard to justify,
Indiscriminate, like the dying light.

Hating myself for this bout of weakness,
Distrusting a suspicious turn of mind,
Drinking doesn’t blot out any distress,
Rioting emotions are making me blind.

A Poet’s Dilemma
They say the poet needs the pain
To feel the vision and insight
Later mapped for pilgrims of tomorrow
Seeking a similar lament of soul.

The sweetest agony brought forth
Into mind by wrenching pain of heart,
Where fruits of burden weigh heavily
Upon heavily dispirited passion.

Casanova’s Doppelganger Meets Jezebel’s Counterpart
Look at him; remaining indifferent to their attention-
Your average irregular Romeo, not to mention
A past millenium trooper of heart pure for them to taint,
Disrespect and no abidance to the rules of constraint
That society places for the so-called greater good,
But protects the powerful more than it should.

He’s a disaffected rebel and there’s a lack of those,
Who go acourting with their heads filled with memorized prose;
Oh the golden days, when a fair verse won many a heart,
But now causes them from company to depart
As if you’d spread some contagious, malicious disease-
It’s called intractability and it puts others ill at ease.

He would come to your balcony if you sent him a signal through telephony,
But he’d run away if asked to surrender emotions unconditionally,
Whereby his tight grasp on control in his life would slip,
Irrevocably changing his directions and making him trip
Over the moon and of to the stars into Heaven above,
If, with impassioned spirit you offered your love.

Lullaby
The gentle drumming upon the tin roof,
Or soft pitter-patter of rain falling in the darkness;
These sounds intermingle and are meshed
With the crooning harmony of human desire.

The damp air seeps silently under the sill,
Slides under clothing and chills the flesh,
Sends shivers racing along tingling spine,
Shuddering sensation of a caress.

Despair Part I
Damned black morass.
I keep sinking, deeper.
Wallowing, struggling.
Drowning.
Why?
My heart,
It’s shriveled,
Pitifully, painfully;
Eternally.
You killed me.
The void is filled,
Brimming with sorrow.
Goodbye tomorrow.

Despair Part II
I’ve climbed in order to reach the summit-
But it’s only a matter of when,
Before the slightest breeze causes me to plummet
Back down to the depths of despair yet again.

They tell me, “You gotta bury the past,”
But it’s me that feels six feet under-
There is no way to make the joy last,
While repeatedly my world is torn asunder.

Despair Part III
Descending once more to the pits,
I’ve lost my faith in absolutes.


Stop whipping and flogging my bloody carcass;
There’s nothing left to extract from me.

The Last Rose
Nestled amongst the desolate wasteland,
She sits in absolute poise and elegance;
Untouched as yet by the elements,
Today’s morning dew moistens her form.

The weakened sunlight provides little succor,
Yet still, she persists, in steely determination
Against all odds and adverse conditions-
Her spirit captivates mine.

This winter, she paid the price of life,
To glow brilliantly in the early hours,
While around her, fallen petals faded, decayed,
The grass withered and the weeds abloom.

Days later I returned to find her gone;
No doubt plucked away by some
Greedy admirer, unwilling to share
Her radiant warmth and charming grace.

Forever, the memory of her remains
Scored deeply within my mind;
Of the miracle I saw on a winter’s morning
Lost to me forevermore.

I’m Sorry
‘Twas never my intention,
To do thee a grievous wrong;
Thus in the form of redress,
A dedication of song.

The elements offered suggestions
On how to procure milady’s delight-
Fervently! I hope for its success,
Wildest passions of ours to ignite.

But alas I must make an objection-
These ramblings, should you dismiss,
Thy feelings, if held under duress
Should fall by the wayside like lover unkissed.

Please forget my one indiscretion,
Do not withhold thy forgiveness overlong,
And instead allow me to express
My unswerving love forever, with you under the moonlight.