6 Anti-Love Poems If You're Sick Of Flowers And Hearts
15 de febrero de 2018Andrea Mejía
These poets know how to send the cheesy, cloying side of love to hell.
If you’re like me, I’m sure you cringe at the thought of anything that has to do with the cheesy, bubbly side of love and romance. The excess of flowers, the big hearts, the chocolates, and gigantic Teddy Bears that take over your favorite stores on Valentine’s Day becomes too much, and even worse, the apparent sweetness of some couples is so overwhelming it’s cloying. You might think Valentine’s Day is the only time where this happens, but oh, no, think of Christmas, New Year's, the Spring, birthdays, summer flings, everything seems to be related to love! Well, leaving my rant aside, all of these things can end up turning love into a feeling that sometimes you’d rather avoid. But where can you escape from this year-round hype about romance? Well, fortunately poetry, a literary genre we tend to associate with love, also offers us anti-love poems to satisfy your inner hater. Going from the typical heartbreak poems to gracefully telling an ex to f**k off, these poems show love also has its ugly side. However, you can approach that ugliness in many different ways. Either from a sad point of view or a with fun and ironic attitude, all of these poems are creative and masterful ways of sending cheesy love to hell.
“You left me –Sire– two Legacies –” - Emily Dickinson
You left me – Sire – two Legacies –
A Legacy of Love
A Heavenly Father would suffice
Had He the offer of –
You left me Boundaries of Pain –
Capacious as the Sea –
Between Eternity and Time –
Your Consciousness – and me –
“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied” - Edna St. Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
“The Primer” - Christina Davis
He said, Nothing.
(As if there were just one
of each word and the one
who used it, used it up).
In the history of language
the first obscenity was silence.
“You jerk you didn’t call me up” - Bernadette Mayer
You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but
Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time
Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of the Cobra Commander
“One Art” - Elizabeth Bishop
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.
—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (
“Pleasure” - Katie Peterson
I remembered what it was like,
knowing what you want to eat and then making it,
forgetting about the ending in the middle,
looking at the ocean for
a long time without restlessness,
or with restlessness not inhabiting the joints,
sitting Indian style on a porch
overlooking that water, smooth like good cake frosting.
And then I experienced it, falling so deeply
into the storyline, I laughed as soon as my character entered
the picture, humming the theme music even when I’d told myself
I wanted to be quiet by some freezing river
and never talk to anyone again.
And I thought, now is the right time to cut up your shirt.
Here are other poems you should check out:
4 Poems That Helped Me Move On From Your Toxic Love
10 Brief Poems That Will Break Your Heart And Put It Back Together
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