A Love Story Made of Melancholy: A Book of Poetry

By H.Lowe

H.Lowe understands that the genre of love poetry is one that people have said only matters to other poets. With A Love Story Made of Melancholy, he hopes to disrupt that theory by telling a human story in the form of poetry, attempting to include many of the moods of love as well as different types. It’s difficult to consider poetry as autobiographical, but in this book, he has tried only to include those works, which he has truly felt throughout his lifetime. It is with the hopes that there is someone else in the world who has felt the same, even possibly in the same time span of the creation. He is certain such thoughts may be considered romantic. However, this is how he has chosen to see the world in many shades. His favorite would have to be the darkness, which he claims to be the creator of much of his work. The darkness may be described as those times in life that you are the least proud of and those secrets in your mind that you do not dare discuss even with your best of friends. He continually shares his heart with the world in each page. Many will view the writing as down-tempo and sad, but if you dig deep while reading, you may discover parts of your own life in this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 4, 2020
• ISBN: 9781984560483

H.Lowe

H.Lowe describes himself as being an expression artist, the type of artist that everyone is deep inside. He has opted to move away from the more cryptic form of poetry to a more self-expressive modern work. Wanting to build a bond with the reader, H.Lowe has been quoted as saying “If you relate to it then it’s for you”. Self taught he has a writing format that is un-comparable to any other since he chooses to break the rules which he feels can limit a poets creativity. While reading H.Lowe's poetry you may notice that due to the structure, words and thoughts may have the ability to be interchanged after all he believes there should always be room for the reader’s interpretation. He creates that mood with subtle vagueness surrounded in a sphere of directness. The Author was born to two immigrant parents in Bridgeport CT, in September 28, 1983 but grew up in Miami FL. He currently resides in Hallandale Beach, FL with his wife and child.

Book preview

A Masquerade

We may all hide

who we are

Always and forever

Or at one time

or another

The things we want

and say we don’t.

The things we need

and do not take

only if we could

We would

steal them away

We must be human

We must

disguise ourselves

Behind our face

We must look

and not touch

Touch but not taste

Saying what we feel

Is so wrong

Even in this

crazy place.

All I Used To Know

Letting go

Of all I used to know

All of my demons

They are dying

Slow

Losing all of the old

No more cold

No more alone

It’s early

And I’m going home

I’m leaving

For the first time

I’m breathing

Letting go

Of all I used to know

No more fiending

For another’s touch

Nothing of the such

Losing my religion

I feel

I’ve been forgiven

I’m here only

Because of sinning

It’s not complex

To open my grasp

Knowing once I do

I’ll begin to gasp

The air has never

Been so bright

The noon has never

Been so light

I was once lost

At no cost

I was once at sea

With no direction

No thought to leave

But now

I’m letting go

Of all the things

I used to know

In every breath

All I show

I want to be

The man she sees

The way I feel

She feels for me

Take this hand

Take it slow

I’m letting the past

Slip away

But I will never

Let you go…

Before the Rain

The sun

Does not shine here

Only dark clouds

Only tears fall

This is all

No friends

All are gone

No one loves

Not truly

Love is false

Dreaming dreams

Dreams with no cause

Waking life

Only a pause

No one is changing

Only I

No one lives

We’ve all died

I’ve never seen you

All I’ve tried

Dirt

Stone

Only grime

What will tell?

Only time

One more taste

One more line

One is never enough

To make us shine

I’ve never felt better

Al is fine

Listen

Hear the smile

Look, see the child

You can hate me

But only

For the truth

Hate me only

For loving you.

Everything is Okay

She can’t look me in my face,

So much deception.

This plagues my

Now broken heart.

I have no choice,

I must let her go -

I feel as though,

She’s let me go a long time ago.

She doesn’t know

the pain she has caused,

She doesn’t know.

All of the wrongs I’ve done

now comes back,

It now comes back to me.

So why am I surprised?

Maybe I’m not surprised.

I guess I just thought

she wouldn’t do this to me,

No, not her,

But I don’t feel like I should,

She doesn’t make me feel

the way I should feel.

There’s not enough liquor

There’s not enough pills

Not enough beer

Not enough tears

so I shed none.

I can’t and I wont,

Never felt this way about anyone.

Maybe its my fault,

I allowed it to go too far,

Maybe it’s me,

maybe I should look into a mirror

No. I don’t think I will go

down that road again,

She knows not what she wants

and that is not my fault

I will not take the blame,

She should be ashamed –

and if she is, she does