Below are the all-time best Randolph Byrd poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
If you love someone, you make love in other ways.
A glance, a touch, a smile.
Not just in bed.
You don't just have sex.
Making love should have no routine,
planned routines get boring and stale.
We were so spontaneous and adventerous,
finding new places and ways,
in the precious time we had.
My energy and thoughts are expressed most often by words.
The way my love visits.
Not to capture you,
but to be there,
where it can be found.
Hopefully this gentle prose reaches you deeply on this occasion,
fulfilling my intent to stay joined in spirit,
distance can't restrict.
We become protection for each other as long as we care.
Even though not together, we help each other feel safer,
and shouldn't worry about anything beyond that.
Because we are able to say the other one deserves more,
is only a sign we want happiness for each other, in our absence.
It's OK, gentle people are cared more by others,
than they care for themselves,
it's hard to acknowledge and accept, they generate respect,
and acceptance by being who they are, flaws and all.
You're right, we won't know how to act, if we've only had suitors/suitees
in our history.
Can a man and a woman be affectionate just for fun, share any thoughts,
and know they can count on each other to just listen with due care,
and honest feedback, knowing the other will welcome it, without rejection?
Or do they need to think they are one and only's, to invest that precious time.
I guess we will see.
There shouldn't be any pressure to cross the bridge,
or be, or do, anything that doesn't feel right, at any given moment.
The wonder and magic of such a bridge, is if we can keep it in place,
whether or not it is used or needed.
No tolls required on this bridge,
It's free to send your thoughts to me.
We give the gift of believing in another,
when we love enough.
I give this gift to you from a distance, unwrapped,
but felt when I think of you, and write.
Hoping it inspires additional confidence,
like when someone believes in me.
To pursue whatever you feel is right in your life,
without looking back.
It's a celebration of life,
It's a celebration of self,
An inner spirit and style,
expressed thru blazes of color.
Daring to be an original,
in a gallery of the commonplace.
Parts of our lives are always a little messed up,
but we don't have to try to fix each other,
that we can do on our own if we choose to try.
What I want to be is realistic,
without just walking away,
because we can't be together every day.
Don't quite like or understand the concept,
if someone doesn't fit right in our lives,
out on the curb like an old sofa.
There is an old saying,
a romantic never gives up on a love.
What I don't want to give up,
is whatever you can share with me,
not because I think you're perfect,
or we can be together on a given day.
It's this thing called caring about you,
and loving you in my own unique ways.
I want to believe,
your heart will still whisper,
it's safe to share a feeling or thought with me,
if compelled to do so.
I am here now to listen, not dream,
remaining emotionally free.
Can this simple wish,
fit your new reality?
Don't know what life has in store, before or after.
We met during a chance encounter.
A gift became tucked in our hearts.
We fell in love, because we saw something in each other.
It was the most we could offer.
A gift that can't be forgotten.
We love who we love whether we should or not.
When we look at others, we feel the pull of them, but not the same kind of pull exerted,
when we look at the one we've allowed entry and residence in our heart.
Obsession, or true love, aren't they both fearsome.
Survivor's of either gain a maturity and ability to forgive not common,
if they can still care for each other, when no longer together,
after this dance of dreams.
Why blame anyone or ourselves,
when our minds can't control the choices of the heart.
Should our minds decide never,
when our hearts don't know what kind of always,
but believe there will always be an always.
In a lifetime not always geniune.
You've been my genuine moment.
Not that I knew it all the time.
Maybe one never does.
Now I substitute words, for being with the person who inspired me to write.
Dreams of being together, and our reality seemed close, but never touched quite long enough, to become one.
Choices to live fully, with somone who is able to now, leaves no room for misunderstanding, or lack of acceptance,
from anyone who professes to, and actually cares about your happiness.