poems about love

With or without me

You are
in
out
here
there

I am
where?

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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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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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SAME AS HE

 Stream of life,

flowing through me,

capsize for all to see,

the same in me,

as he,

did not he who made him,

make me,

didn’t the heart that molded him,

shape me,

the womb that carried him,

hold me,

cut this shroud that covers my bones,

the same as his own,

drum of life beating in me,

stronger in me,

than in he,

so why,

him,

and not me

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I am a woman so I belong to my husband’s people according to my custom.  In PNG it differs across the provinces. So everything my dad has will be passed to his sons. I can not go home to my village unless widowed  or divorced. While other woman have they are at the mercy of their brothers. As for me, I have found my own way. I am happy with my life but sometimes it hurts.

I tried to stay away but couldn’t. This is my outlet, this is my vent. Thank you for all your comments. I cherish them.