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Details | Free verse |
YOU
YOU

Your 
Uncaring eyes
Push me 
Repulsively 
Praise me down 
In a pit of abysmal. 
Your balance ego 
Keeps me on the void
Painted walls
Hidden truth

Take heed
While I, 
Twitch
Bitter 
Words 
Of yuck
Behind your back.

~*~

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013




Details | Prose Poetry |
                                
                                     ~A Husband Abuse~.
                                                                    
                                  My husband after 10 years
                                         his love turned 
                                            into hatred
                                    When he buried my soul
                                        stole my strength 
                                         for his own self 
                                 drowned my head to suffocate me
                                       leaving me breathless.

                                       When he betrayed my 
                                              love & broke 
                                           my ego towards a 
                                               helpless fate. 
                       I need to forget when he laughed with everyone 
                                            but made me cry. 
                                        
                                        When he looked old to make 
                                                me feel older
                                        when he broke my mirror  
                                           to make me look ugly 
                                when he breathed but suffocated me 
                                             stepped on my shadow 
                                             to erase my existence.
                                  His heart was like a ship loaded with anger
                               When that night he slashed my body into pieces
                                          till the ocean turned red
                                              rescued by my 2 sons.
                                     Todays scars are all over my body.
                                            This I cannot forget.
 Therese Bacha                                          
  5/7/2013

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust !
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back !

Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts !
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride

Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust !
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll ?

… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009




Details | Prose Poetry |
You haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
I’m just trying
To give you some time
Something happened in your life
You don’t care to explain
Or just can’t talk about
Until you feel the time is right
It’s o.k. my friend
I can understand
Just don’t think of my silence
As coming from an uncaring heart
For I would freely give
All that I’ve got and am
To be by your side
To be your confidant
For you mean much more to me
Than a simple hello
Or kiss in the night
You’re the very hope
That brings light into everyday
And I’ll be there for you
In any way that you allow
You’re not just a hand to be held
A touch to be felt
Or a pleasure conquered 
You’re the very hope
Of what life could be
Were I to be the one
To win your heart
So while you take this walk
Know it doesn’t have to be
Or really isn’t alone
For you haven’t left my heart
You haven’t left my mind
And should you need or care to reach
My hand is always here

Copyright © Mike Hamill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
"Where did you put it?,"I don't know,it must be over there"
"It isn't I just told you!,"Well I don't really care!"
"You said you put it up somewhere,now where the hell is it?"
"Ive looked,and searched every bloody where,and i still cannot find it".
"So what,what else is new,you always say the same",
"As if ,that on this planet earth,there is no-one else to blame".
"Well I really need it,you know I do,I'd appreciate the help".
"Now,that's better,talk to me nice,and watch out for your bloody self".
"Here it is,I told you it was,why don't you listen to me?"...
"Sometimes,you really amaze me,it's as if you could'nt see".
"Well I'm sorry,I really am,but I'm kind of in a rush";
"Shh,don't say anything,please don't speak,I wish you would just hush."
"Well,Im off then,I'll see you later,I'll be home in time for tea".
"So what",I say,whatever you reckon,Thank God,now there's only just me.

Copyright © Sharon Leonard | Year Posted 2007

Details | Light Poetry |
I Watched A Man, Named, ‘ Rain ‘
Pounding Across The Plains
Running with Cascading Joy
Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy …

I Found A Man, Named, ‘ Fire ‘
Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire
His Bold Passion – Consuming Power
Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower

I Observed A Man, Named, ‘ Ice ‘
Tho’ Frost-Natured, He Did Entice
‘ … Come Hold Me, if You Dare …
And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …’

… I Beheld A Man, Named, ‘ Breeze ‘
And Begged Him, ‘Touch Me Please …
Gentle, like a Lover’s Kiss
Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…’

… and Sitting Content, on This Hillside
Listen Now… as I Confide …
‘ Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ’
Don’t You Know … You Are All Of These . . .

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |
… I Awoke to  A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
Your Bass, Echoed – like an Ocean-Rumble
‘… I Love You …’ Plucked the Polished Mellow-Cello’

and the Flawless Violins and The Viola – Flow
Rushed to my Wavy Shore – Aglow
Displayed and Spilled, like a Whirlpool- Vibrato …
… Your Cultured Concert, left me … Staccato’

… I Awoke to A Classical, Pearl Ensemble
A String Quartet’ Upon My Pillow
and as Each Iridescent Drop, Solo-Sheen-Tumbled
… My Own Heartstrings, did Crescendo... Maestro

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Light Poetry |
Here he comes, bringing up the rear
So proud to be one of the guys
Blowing me kisses drenched in beer
As he wolfs down several pies

One tortured attempt at a promising leer
Whilst he fumbles with his flies
He’s no idea that I’m sat here
Planning my goodbyes!

Copyright © Susan Barnes | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
We have been together
treasured joy now for many years
we trust each other with our
emotions, with affection, tears,

Any day when you are sick or hurting
I feel your pain - significant other,
when eighter-one needs attention
we help one another...

These mutual friendly feelings
for assistance, approval, support
form our tight bonds,
usually never broken

Sharing visions, time together
we respect each other,
regardless of shortcomings
I know you, "I love you anyway"

Copyright © Perry Campanella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
I want you..
And I was made just for you
I'll make love to you
All the night with you

Feel my heart that burns in fire
Look my eyes that full of desire
As our bodies ignite in passion
Our souls chain in a strong union

Carressing every part of you
Gives me satisfaction
Dancing in the hymn of love
That just the two of us can hear it loud

Nothing seperate me from you
No one could make me feel like the way you do
Our passion for each other binds us together
And our love for each other makes us FOREVER!

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
‘ A Man After God's Own Heart … ’ 1 Sam. 13:  14


A Man, After His Own Heart …
That’s What The Almighty God Said
A Man, After His Own Heart
That Scripture, I’ve Understandingly, Read …

God Chose David … 
Not Just For His Beautiful Eyes
Or His Bright, Ruddy-Smiles
Nor His Age, or Form, Nor Size …

but, God Chose David
because His Ways, Were Godly-Sure
and His Hope, Was Godly-Pure
and in His Heart, Was Godly-Fear…

and There Ain’t Nothing Here, More Handsome
Than A Man, With A Godly-Heart
They, Can’t Even Capture That Winsome
Sight, in any, Man-Made Works-of-Art

So, All You Guys Out There…
 Good-Looking In Your Masculinity 
Remember… A ‘Good’ Woman, Will Care
and Want You For: ‘ Your Pact-With-Divinity’

and She Will Be Plum-Pleased and Proud on Her Part
to Call That Man Her Own
‘Cause With A Man Akin to God’s Own Heart
She Knows, She Can’t Go Wrong …


         ( Wow ! …. A Man After His Own Heart … )
Keep Moving Forward … Becoming  Sons of God – Wow !

            And before anybody get their Tongues-Twisted
For John Moses Freeman/ This Dedication is from:  Friend to Friend
     ( No Flirtation Intended and Batteries Not Included (smile)

                                           MoonBee

Copyright © MoonBee Canady | Year Posted 2009

Details | Prose Poetry |
                        ~In The Mood For Love~
                    
With a candle light & a glass of champagne after a year 
of our marriage we came back to the same garden where 
we met and fell in love a promise we will keep 
each anniversary.

Today still in the mood for love sitting listening to sounds 
of music while our lips met kissing to cool our hunger for 
making love at the end of this unforgettable evening

He was so much in this mood of repeating what he told me
the day we met.
When I am with you,the sun will wake up the sky will welcome 
you,look out the window and see the sea a pale blue under a blue sky. 
God I`m happy to be with you my brain is my own,I feel vibrant,
I feel alive,thank you world.

When I am with you, I love every grain of sand, every drop of water,
every bit of air I breath, I love every image that my eyes are blessed 
to watch, every bird that flies across the sky, I feel alive again.

I feel in the mood of living endlessly,I feel softness back in my heart,
I feel I can be generous to give,give,because I am so full of happiness,
I feel in the mood of loving you more & more.

When I am with you,every hour has beauty and meaning,one after
the other they form a day,a night,another day,another night,
and it all has a purpose,It all means consistency .
Do you remember?Yes my darling,I do.

When I am here with you,I feel if I listen, I will hear answers,If I look,
I will see truth,I am so happy to share my feelings with you because 
I know you will understand,I want so much for you to experience the 
power of my feelings towards you. 

We never pass through lifeless moments when we are together,
we both stay awake, alive,moments that wouldn't ever be wiped out, 
they remain engraved in our heart. 

Here,your approach was a blessing to both of us. We were sitting in a 
crowded area,yet we were alone, we could both hear only the muteness 
that surrounded our encounter.Oh the beauty when your lips are wet,
you purposely put me in the mood for love eternally.


Therese Bacha                                      
2/5/2013    ( Win No.9)

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Hubby was talking about the job he was at: when he suddenly…
Got into the ‘Computer Programmers Mode’. Where absolutely…
Everything became ‘DITS & DOTS, and DARS & FARS’…
No more caffeine for Hubby any time this week, at home!

This lingo of his, only belongs at work, where he IS an Uber Geek.
But here at home… you gotta know… he’s only talking to me!
It must be like the dreams he has, with reams and reams of code.
And tables of papers are stacked to the ceiling, or maybe to his nose.

It’s an APP-APP here, and an APP-APP there, to tie the Data to his code.
Make it go faster! Make it go smarter! In his own little world, you know.
His eyes have glazed, as his fingers flash over his fancy keyboard at home.
If only me, his little old wifey- poo, could get such attention as this, to know.

At least, he keeps my computers running, like crazy, and way up to snuff!
Now if only he’d give me the time of day… to get my own work done.
With a type-type here, and a type-type there: I definitely blow his mind.
He’d fix my typing, if only he could, with a new app, well designed.

The ‘Trouble with Tribbles’ is nothing, as when confronting an Uber Geek.
Microsoft falls into a hush, as they whisper out his name and fame complete.
For Halloween, he hooks up electronics, with apps to animated programming…
Never Fear! Hubby’s here! Next, the Turkey will be clucking binary coding.

He made Santa a GPS, which goes to mars and beyond: It’s simply otherworldly.
But now he’s talking in binary code… I hope Hubby’ll land home, soon, surely.
For with DITs & DOTS, and DARS & FARS it’s getting way past midnight.
I know he’ll be back to earth soon, tho, for it’s time to say goodnight!
 

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
In case I forget
today to say
I love you!
D

In every way
every single day
I love the sweet things you say
no code plays

I admire your strength to believe
to be a man who goes after his needs
in all of the people I have known
you are truly one I will NEVER let go

You lift me up higher than yesterday
something in all my life I wanted to say
I wanted to know I wanted to believe
now my sweet baby you made love my reality

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Limerick |

This househusband washing his pants
In pockets he must at least glance
If there’s money involved
It might get dissolved
And ruin his future finance

I thought working from home was a snap
And I’d even have time for a nap
But she makes me do chores
Like the laundry and floors
Now this working from home is all crap

Do we post this on Poetry Soup
Let your poetry pals in on the poop
That you street cred’s been stripped
That you’re now “kitty” whipped
And you’ve joined a househusband group

Mdailey	11/10/11

I wrote this for Joe Flach and he even gave me permission to post this saying he did not think his reputation could get any more damaged that it already is.

Copyright © mike dailey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
I never knew what amazing was
until I kissed my husband's lips
or felt him laugh when we danced

I had no idea he liked to play
isn't that very sad!
but he played games with me

It is wonderful that he now makes me laugh
but I am more excited I make him feel silly
until he bunny hops with me closely

As we fell we laughed and laughed
I had no idea he was that type of man
I can see he thought the same about me too

I love the way he flirts with his eyes
or that he loves my Fedora hat
and laughs when he sees me wearing it

Driving my convertible with our pit bull in the back
 but my favorite thing ever was how he loved me
I have never known anything as perfect as that

I guess you can say our love is best
when it's all in a laugh
together building new memories

Thank you Lord for him and that!

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass 
holding rainbow colored sand

His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun 
in summer time
his words are like seashells

As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss

I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles 
of all the storms on the run

We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay

He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love

Stained glass masterpieces.
 art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I call it a blessing from above
And I know everyone wants this to have
Everyone is looking for it
But only few can found it

I'm lucky I'm one of that few
And I've been blessed to found true love in you
It's like a dream came true
To be loved by the guy I loved too

To you,I felt the undefined happiness
For me,for all the guys you are the best!
And I want you to stay for the rest of my life
Coz' I really need someone like you in my life

I consider you as a blessing sweetheart
So I give to you my sincere HEART
I love you forever
And I hope that God will guide us to be together..forever

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
All men (the loser boyfriends/husbands) think that it's their right to be physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward their female companions (girlfriends/wives), well they're wrong. Most guys are always beating their girlfriends/wives up every single day just because they didn't make their men dinner, do chores around the house, or whatever. It seems that these womanizing losers are way better than their women. Actually, they're not; they're idiots. Controlling these women and being physically, mentally, and verbally abusive toward them don't make these Neanderthals men; they're like childish cowards. All guys think that they're the only breadwinners in their families and the women aren't. But guess what--they're not; some of them don't have jobs. And does anyone knows what gets on my nerves? Men always cheating on their girlfriends/wives with other women, getting them pregnant, and not taking care of the children they already have. And those controlling, abusive men, they're always telling their female spouses/lovers what to do, what to eat, where to look, and who to talk to. I mean, who are these womanizing losers to judge other men and to boss these women around? I mean, who does that? Everybody doesn't even know why they'd bother spending the rest of their lives with those abusive idiots. This whole saying by these controlling abusive men have been getting on everybody's nerves and my nerves, as well: "You're-not-to-speak-unless-spoken-to," this "You're-not-to-talk-to-your-family" ordeal, this whole "You're-not-to-have-guy-friends," and this whole "You need me! You're nothing without me! You have no money! You have no friends! Everything's in my name: the house, the cars, clothes, everything I own! You're useless! You're worthless! I own you for life! And you will respect me!" Where I come from, the rest of us nicer guys, we treat our women with the respect they rightfully deserve. The last time I checked, the mothers have raised their sons to treat women and other people with respect, but they now know where they've gone wrong with those womanizing clowns. My suggestion for the women is for them to leave their abusive husbands/boyfriends before it's too late because if they don't, they'll end up in the hospital or the morgue. To be honest, these women, they never should've met, let alone dated or married those abusive men to begin with. And if these abusive men think that they can control those women forever, they've got another coming.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
You are the first thought

I have in the morning.

my beautiful morning dove.

The sunshine through my window

my one and only love


You remind me of the birds just within reach

even though I can not touch them

I know they are there for me

you are the father of my children

the man I respect and adore


The king to my palace

my always and forevermore

nothing else maters in this entire world

except that we grow old together

because you are the only man I love and adore
 

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
I hold his heart now
as I have always done
yet, now he is more than my spouse
he sends me music so I know I am the only one

Each and every song he sends gives my heart to him
he knows the way to my soul
a simple song sent from his phone again
but I feel every word and I know I will never live alone

As long as I have his songs to dwell on
it is re-enforcing his truth
and even though he tells me
those lyrics make me fall in love all over as in youth

He has become my music man
helping me build my Native American flutes
my darling husband keeps me founded in my roots
but when I play for him. now, I hope he feels my love in music too

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
Missing you is like feelings of thee morning dew. The very first time I glanced at you, something like a widow a woman that husband has died. Wishing we had just a little more time. Wishful thinking believing everything you ever said was true shows how bad I want to be with you. Reminiscing over here dwelling on the past, indicating a desire of admiration I grasp. Adoration and appreciation is what I feel for you, longing suffering missing and enduring the lost just to speak to you. From morning till midnight, sunset to sunrise moving into the afternoon time I’m missing you. Arousing emotional response in motion missing you is my religion. My system of belief, therefor you’re an apostle sent by Christ making me a flock of one in your missionary. Leaving me with anxiety and tension I stay missing. Impatient for your fulfillment, missing you is an addiction and psychological dependence. Needing to see you even for a minute, in a recession I remain unchanged retain missing you.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Light Poetry |
Charming as a Libra, understanding and supportive. I'm here to assist him in all his efforts. His artistic ability and his decisiveness personality. He is as sensitive as a cancer, he wears his emotions like a banner. Inspired by his own feelings his heart is precious. Restless like a Sagittarius able to adapt to any environment. Spontaneous as a Aquarius very intellectual experience. Very down to earth like a Taurus. His love has sentimental value making him a little jealous if another guy catches my eye, turning him into a Gemini. His two faces comes in handy dealing with my fantasies. Loving me like a Pisces recharging my energy, similarity in expressing his dreams to me. Appealing as an Aries always physically busy. His restless energy keeps the flame burning. Characteristics like a Capricorn always striving to reach his goals. Very accomplished from the things he learned. His loyalty proves he loves me. Compatibility long lasting. Stubborn as a Scorpio guarded by his emotions, his attachment to me is undeniable. His love is magical. Praising his talents like a Virgo, he's able to adapt to people. He makes love like a Leo, he cling to his pride like an soaring eagle. He is the king of the jungle, he can portray any mask true chameleons. That's why I love him, the one and only zodiac man

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
If I could spend my whole life with you,
It will only be a dream, because no such thing is true.
If no one open's their heart all the way through.
       How can I ever really give my heart to you? 
If I did you wouldn't have felt the pain you do.
Therefor no need to say sorry,
we just say it, because we know it's not true.
We say it just to get you through,
to have, to behold, the pain I gave you!
If  you should ever feel like this is your last breath,
to love, is to lay to rest.
It can feel worse than any death.
A women romancer is truly the best!
I've sacrifice nothing making you feel like you do,
but you have to learn to give credit, to where credit is due! 
Stimulating of the heart, Is to know where to start.
         My devotion is to myself,
I have to love me, before loving any one else
I'm done with the burden of pain, to have me, it's to what you'll gain.
To walk beside me, to never deny me. To love me, is to live as one.
For you can now, feel just where I come from.
To pave a new way, to this unacquainted highway.
         Intimacy is thee only thing I could offer to you.
For you could only be mine, no other friend will do.
To have you all to myself, is to deprive,
from liberty, to imprison, to confine to me. To surrender your heart,
thorough thick and, thin. To never let any other lover in,
to whom I'm your only friend, from the start till thee very end.
         To vow to never give away your heart, if we do break apart.
If I shall ever feel the love you do for me, I promise to love you for eternity!
To never have to say I'm sorry, for the love I'll feel for you.
For I could never put you through!
To  have a good women by your side, is to tell the truth, even if it make's me cry.
That's what it will take for you can be a real man.
To stand tall, to walk with pride, for a real man shouldn't have to lie.
If it should ever feel like it's way to hard, and we took this new found love way to far...
           Reminiscence of that day,
that I began to play thee O' Jays, when I used to be your girl,
till you opened my eyes to this cruel world.
I would like to start all over again, can you change my mind, to just go back in time.
For to truly love someone, is to let them free. 
To find each other again, it was truly meant to be!
To say this is true love, shall ever be a mystery.
For there's no paradise, in this so called world we call life.
     Until thee very day you make me your wife!

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry |
Me without you is a motionless sail boat,
A kid being out doors in the winter without a coat.
A basketball star without ever having any coach.
Can you picture trying to fly a plane with no engine?
A mother of three trying to feed her children with no kitchen?
Do you notice some of the things that are missing?
Baby you are a puzzle, with a piece missing. 
Without the E in ME, is everything! 
Nothing is complete if there is no YOU AND ME.
That is like trying to serve a turkey with no wings on Thanksgivings.
I am the key you turn in your ignition, I kindle your love intentions.
Oh, what sweet reminiscing, like a pastry treats with frosting.
I bet that put a smile on your face, like a kid winning his first race.
 As I were your Hostess Twinkie and you were my creamed that filled me.
You are the only one that completes me, that how our love flow so swiftly.
As a little girl twirling around in her favorite dress, I think I will keep you because you fit me best.
There is no such thing as a Me without you, because simply no one could ever compare to you.
That is like a sneaker with no lace, you are surly to fall on your face.
But don’t worry I will be right there to catch you with grace.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
When I hear your name
My heart beats faster than usual
It's not that I am ashame
But It's just your name is too special..

Can't control the feelings
When I am with you
Can't stop smiling
When you hold me like you do

When you hug me then
I feel like I'm in heaven
You are a blessing from above
And you are the reason why I loved

I'll promise to love you FOREVERMORE..
And I will cherish you until the end of my borrowed life
And I will keep our precious memories as long as
we see each other in our next life..

Copyright © Jerica Sanchez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
As a moth attracts to a flame,
 I became; blinded by his blaze.
Leaving me wounded and dazed, 
On the battle Ground is where we remain.
Leaking trust like a weak bladder,
Discharging accusations like violent explosions, of gunpowder.
Not believing in the love, I have for him,
Leaving Blood splats all over the arena.
Bleeding blood shot eyes.
Everything I have to say, he takes as lies.
Having no mercy for the man before me,
I become the predator.
Breaking up just to make up, crazy to others but works for us.
Love and war for the man I adore,
Late night bickering in engage peevish arguing.
Skirmish conflicts leading to intimate kisses,
 of the battle of the sexes.
Some loving is what I really wanted.
Sexually yielding complying with the request of his desires, I admire.
I lay down on the battleground, surrendering my rights while he continues to play fight.
Lieutenant in his presence,
 next in rank to my captain.
In love with his persistent makes me pursue this.
Never having to fight for his attention,
He gives me everything I been missing.
As he is taking charge, I am pinned up against the wall.
He is my personal lifeguard, my body as the main yard.
My love is the trump card.
Battling to death almost out of breath as the words I am sorry lay our problems to rest.
Until next time with our bipolar tendencies, he loves and dislikes me.

Copyright © twanna Irisha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
It was early one morning, when you arrived..
You entered the restaurant and I noticed your stride..
Your manner of dress was quite elegant.. and ..
It appeared you were having breakfast...
With a very important guest..
Seated at the table, and I couldn’t help but notice,
The strange thing you did , when you removed from your purse..  
An old and tattered faded hat..
You took it lovingly in your hands and..
Proceeded to give it a kiss..
As you placed it across from where you sat...
I knew it belonged to someone you missed..
Then you did something strange...
You did a smile and a wink.. 
Poured two cups and I began to think....
Perhaps the car was being parked,
And soon your friend would join you..
As I sat and watched you seemed to be...
Engrossed in a conversation...
The twinkle in your eyes and the smile on your face..
Sent the message you were in a happy place...
Then you got out of your chair...and hugged the air..
And left the same way you came...but ..
I heard you say as you walked away..
Same time..same place next year ?



Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
My best friend is just a few yards away
not feeling well she’s had a long day.
 
Right now in our bedroom watching a cooking show
I don’t under stand it, she knows all there is to know.

As with every thing else she always wants to do better
she gives it her best even when she’s under the weather. 

My best friend is my most loving wife
She has given me the best years of her life.

It’s been thirty nine years since I took her as my bride
That’s thirty nine years with my best friend by my side.	

A lot has happened since our day in September
some things forgotten but the best I still remember.

I remember the warmth and passion of our youth
I still feel it when I think of you and that’s the truth.

I remember worrying that my job would call me away
all I ever wanted was to come home to you everyday.

Copyright © Monty Newman | Year Posted 2010