Poems about love

YOU SPEAK ME

You know what I want to say
but can’t
You get why sometimes
a little is too much
or that sometimes a lot is not enough
You speak silence
You get why it’s never too late
never too far to go
You know when it’s okay to be here
and when its not
You get that sometimes it’s a ME thing,
and you know when its an Us thing
You know its work
and you still show up
you still stick around
You speak me
Thank God for you!

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My Words have flown away

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Forgive me my friends but my words seem to have left me.  Please bear with me. I will be posting some of my old poems I dug up.

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I will remember you

I will remember you,

every day,

no photos or keepsakes,

But I will remember you make no mistake,

How can I forget,

When my heart has carved,

an image of your face,

When my nose picks up your scent,

everywhere everyday,

When my heart reaches for you,

and is left wanting,

when it feels emptiness in your place,

When my ears long for your whisper,

your chuckle,

your roar,

I will remember you,

everyday.

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WHY POETRY

Because

Poetry
whispers
soul’s torment
 
Poetry
the taste of
tears
 
Poetry
an orchestra of abc’s
playing the Symphony of Being
 
Poetry
the nectar of life’s
bittersweet
dealt out to those
hungering
for a tasting
 
Poetry
the roar of mice
against Kings
of concrete jungles
 
Poetry
a whiff of
scent of soul

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That’s why.  Inspired by Jen of Steponacrack.

Mad Rambling # 1

WARNING MIGHT NOT MAKE SENSE 🙂

Hope

hush

 

listen

 

heart’s  flit, fluttering,

first sight,

first glimpse,

 

hope tiptoeing

pirouetting

 

lust thundering in

drums rolling

matador,

red flag raised,

daring bull to strike,

 

can you hear it

 

my heart a violin

 playing,

softly now

luring,

siren calling

 

waltz

 with me

a top a plateau

as high as can be,

around,

and around

slowly now,

runnnn,

jump

 

down

 

wooosshhhh

 

flyyyyy

soar the wind

 

up

 

up

above the clouds

between our heavens

 

gliding,

 

floating

 

waltz with me

 faster, 

faster, faster

twirling , whirling,

 

 oblivion,

 

play violins play,

 

thud,

 thunk

rustling,

bed creaking,

REALITY,

 

splat

splat

splat

 

hush

 

listen

 

violins…

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HANDS

 
 
 
 
 
 Hands 
In these hands
a journey be
legend of the person
who used to be
 
calloused palms
scarred knuckles
crooked fingers
 
hands
that should
not
be
 
hands that scream
another truth
different reality
 
hands that
drive me
down the trai,
 
you hobble
walked
skipped
toddled
 
to the woman
whose hands
these be
 
hands that
carried
me
 
once
shrugged off
 angrily
now
I treasure
 for
now
I SEE
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In Bed with Me #2

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

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#2