‘Games’

Where hearts break and are torn apart🌹

‘Games’

Games of the

Heart

Breaking

The very part
Of you that’s
Meant to be

Pure

And

True-

Tearing emotions
Apart

Poisoning
The part
Where
Life

Is held

But begged
Borrowed

To be sold

Turning all the
Love the heart
Holds

Cold-

Oh what i’d
Give

To we worthy
Of a heart of
Gold-

Never cheating

Lying

Turning cold

Oh how they
Sell their souls

Emotionless

Cold-

Oh what a story
They’ll soon
Tell

When the heart
They hold
Freezes

Becomes distant
Old-

When karma
Eventually
Starts to

Unfold.🌹

Kelly Fagelund-Gjersoe
29/4/2019.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do believe in karma dear Kelly. I paid in three-fold years ago. Love is precious and rarely touched. Need wood and fire to capture heat and passion. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Thankyou for reading🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Kelly.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

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[R.E. Ray]

The sad truth about some loves. I’ve found those who play games have often been played. They hurt us before we can hurt them. It’s not right but it’s often reality. Tragically, broken hearts never truly heal, even when karma comes to others. You’ve captured this well in your poem.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Thankyou and I’m glad u liked it-in time all shall heal🌹

[Robert Trakofler]

Ouch that’s so sweetly cutting! I have found the more someone needs to play games the less they like themselves. Every one has some pain and self disdain it’s only part of being human! But the incessant game players are best left alone :) I’m just bored at my store slow night just randomly picking writers and I’m glad I found this poem! Nice to meet you I’m Bunny:) oh I forgot I love the form and rhythm in this and enjoy the message a nice flow to it

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Thankyou kindly - enjoy ur reading 🌹

[barleygirl]

You have a unique way of describing the games people play in love & romance. My favorite line is the one about being worthy of a heart of gold (maybe a typo: "we" instead of "be"?) Sometimes in life that heart of gold just doesn't happen, but it doesn't mean such gold must be deserved. I don't find this to be vitriolic at all. It feels like a realistic description of how these things often go, as if the narrator is an outside observer (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Returning hugs and you are so right- we can only stand and observe whether ourselves or others- hopefully learning each step of the way- hope u are well and thankyou🌹

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I sense a woman scorned in these vitriolic words that drip like melting wax from the page and sear the pure white of the paper.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Scorned? Women are strong we go on never to be defeated-live and grow🌹

[emmajoy]

' When the heart - They hold - Freezes .. Becomes distant - Old- '

Seems words take the place of knives, sharp as intended, sans knowledge but ripped by emotions. You've written from the heart or seemingly so, Kelly: dark words, finely laid and perhaps, a lesson taught.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

A lesson taught - has wisdom brought? Live learn and life goes on...sending love and best wishes🌹

[emmajoy]

Depends on how deep the scars are. Perhaps.

Many thanks.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Perhaps but hope and joy come each morning🌹

[DIVYA]

You put it simply yet so strongly here. Games should never be played. They are cold-blooded and really freeze a trusting heart. That's the biggest sin. Karma always returns for payback.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

So true are ur words - thankyou 🌹

[Neville]

you can beat an egg and a carpet, but you just can't beat a bit of karma can ya... these are characteristically lovely words my dear friend and poet........ Neville 🌹

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Many thanks to you kind sir-I’ll avoid that beating thankyou🌹

[Neville]

glad to hear it... and my sincere pleasure :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, that karma...i believed once in ever after's---in "till death do us part"
rude awakenings followed...the heart froze...it was quite cold...
this poem makes me shiver deep.
j.

[‘Thoughts In Time’🌹]

Yes the icy cold shivers of truth- people keep themselves from the truth entertained by ways of flesh- sadness it is- thankyou shsin for adding to my words🌹