Pauline Levesque


Pauline Levesque Poems

1. The Clock 4/20/2009
2. Visions Of Ecstasy 4/22/2009
3. Turmoil 4/23/2009
4. Too Much Noise 4/23/2009
5. Not Very Good 5/5/2009
6. To Love Her 5/12/2009
7. Sad 5/15/2009
8. A Note To My Love 5/19/2009
9. Too Much 5/19/2009
10. Reaching 5/19/2009
11. No More Tears 5/21/2009
12. Alone In Solitude 6/11/2009
13. I Dream Of You 6/11/2009
14. The Abuser 7/9/2009
15. The Lesbian Shuffle 7/23/2009
16. Questions To The Universe 8/20/2009
17. The Fall 8/27/2009
18. Shadow Please! 9/10/2009
19. Goodbye 10/22/2009
20. The Weekend 4/22/2009
21. Walking The Halls 4/22/2009
22. Silk And Sandpaper 11/17/2009
23. It Is Wrong 11/30/2009
24. A Love Note 1/30/2014
25. The Thunder Whispers 8/13/2015
26. Remembering Love 9/12/2015
27. The Black Dog 1/30/2014
28. She's An Enigma 11/4/2009
29. I Know Nothing Of Love 5/6/2009
30. Do You See Me? 4/22/2009
31. The Moment 4/23/2009
32. Familiar 1/30/2014
33. I Know 12/5/2015
34. Broken Heart 4/20/2009
35. Land Of Dreams 4/21/2009

Comments about Pauline Levesque

  • myra k. rogers (4/21/2009 7:53:00 AM)

    Lost love, the time like a blade, sensibility and tears of passion.
    A dialog with the shadow of the past, and the hope to live again all that happy or unhappy past.

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Best Poem of Pauline Levesque

Broken Heart

You asked me if I knew what I had done
How I pushed the knife deep and cut your heart wide open....
to bleed...
pieces of your broken heart falling to the floor.

You asked if I knew the pain I had caused,
that your heart ached and your chest hurt from my knife wound
that you couldn't breathe without pain.

You asked that I not do this again
what were you thinking, how could you do this to the woman you love?
I fall to the floor in my anguish and panic trying to put the pieces back together...
they fall from my hands as I weep....
For I had caused ...

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The Clock

I don't want to deal in reality's anymore and yet it sits right before me big and brash..
As the time ticks down like a large clock on a wall, I can hear the click of the big arm as it moves from one second to the next.
The tension is palpable and we are like pawns in the universe waiting...waiting for...

My love is in pieces as she fights for her sanity and I..
am helpless....I am the fixer who can't fix....
I am not allowed to embrace her and sooth her soul
My frustration is deep, my

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