Best Balconies Poems
It started off with butterflies and balconies,
A stilted yet oddly comfortable conversation
Walking home in the darkened rain.
Then a few weeks later I was feeling cheeky,
And spurred on by my favourite song
I hinted that I’d like to see you again;
The worst that could happen was that you’d say
No…but to my surprise you didn’t.
So I went round your house on a Sunday afternoon
And sat awkwardly on your huge sofa
Watching a TV show about awkward teenagers
And not quite seeing the irony of it all.
Then you walked me home in the dark
And I felt happy and safe.
God, I know it’s sad, but I clung on
To that feeling for days.
When I spoke to you again I think I was too
Forward about it all, over-excited by
A tiny bit of attention.
I went over again in the holidays
For another awkward sitting where
Words stumbled out of my mouth.
I remember you said you liked my jumper
And I felt pleased, as if my aim in life
Was to gain your approval for my choice of knitwear.
Then came the unsettling, unexpected clashes
On the stairs, in the corridors and in between blocks,
Even worse when I’m caught off-guard,
Usually looking gormless or doing something embarrassing.
And the worst thing is I can’t explain why
I get like that; jumpy and panicky when you come into view.
I’m not completely sure if I like the idea of love
Ore than I like you…
Now my shallow personality is exposed and I can tell
Any vague interest I once imagined you had
Is waning. Like the moon on that first night
When we walked home in the darkened rain
And talked about balconies.
Balconies From Afar
In a view from the balcony, above the aquamarine sea
All the gifts of creation are unwrapped, like bark on a birch tree
Where the strength of the soul is exposed to salt air, screaming in the sun
Look what exists from love, in each drop of water, it has begun
For the eternities stain the sacred sands of theistic time
Of viewing the celestial bodies that rupture with rhythmic rhyme
Admits shimmering stars that drip with love on a hot summers day
Thus our spirit sails to shores of heaven botanical ballet
For the splitting minutes that pass us by, in which we may forget
While the tide’s forces pull us like the spinning reel of a cassette
Our hearts pulsate with all the sparkling rivers flowing into one
What started as love is a chosen final dance, when we are done
As the moon and earth tango within the midnight ambient air
Our souls collaboratively collide through a falsetto flare
Then love shed its lucid layers amongst the empyreal abyss
The infinite skies await from balconies afar, a first kiss
Heidi Sands and Winged Warrior
6/14/18
Balconies
Where did the balconies go?
Lovers can no longer read sonnets from below
Romantics can’t climb the vines to kiss their true love
Couples need a new way to elope
Romeo cannot woo his fair Juliet
Love is truly lacking inspiration
Where did all the balconies go?
I do not know but in today’s world
We need just one
Built for romantics and lovers
And the idea of love
Can our hearts be reduced to our behavior?
20,000 people a day visit the Eiffel Tower, which is about 450 feet
from our back windows - trees block much of the view and they’re
several stories below us, so only a bit of the loudest noise reaches us.
By 8pm that number is halved and by 10pm only stragglers remain
- and lovers, who stroll hand in hand at all hours.
There are no more classes, this year, we were given two weeks
to study for first year final exams - which start in 2 days.
When studying late at night,
I setup on our 6th floor balcony
I love the seeming quiet
(I’m jamming to my AirPods).
I have quite the imagination
- my perch seems like a tree-fort
because the trees are within reach
studying is like an exploration
I pretend that no one else knows
these things I’m discovering
of course that’s silly
but feelings are feelings
I wish I didn’t have to sleep
I love the research
I love my music, I love the darkness
I can watch the lovers walk the park
I’m up here, alone, for hours
there are peak moments happening
in the tree-fort
.
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Songs for this:
Lush Life by Zara Larsson
New Rules by Dua Lipa
Time was flowing slow with you
I laughed at your jokes
we drank Jack the whole night
I loved the way you had tantric sex on me
I loved when you were behind
inside me
I loved smoking cigarettes late at night
and laughing at our jokes
meanwhile in one hand I hold the cigarette
on the other one holding your dick
which was always on appetite mood
I loved the silence of the night
watching gottic statues and white balconies
knowing there was the warm room that was waiting us inside
to laugh and cuddle our naked bodies.