Best Lovewriting Poems
A single tear swerved the curve of cheek
dragging mascara behind like sorrow lingers
and heavy breath exhales
as if they cost too much
she scrawls out words with
ferocity and intent
weaving their magic to strangle his hold
to lift the weight…
to run while charging
and dive while flying away.
My lonely writer
I do not know you
beside that I am you
on the other side of hurting walls
where your pen moves fast to relieve,
mine mirrors the intensity and speed
Yet we do not see
the kindred hearts peripherally
tasked to bask in yesterday’s misery
The run/chase mode is a game
played by both sexes equally
We want that which confounds,
as bitter taste and painful rejection
are morphine to love amputees
as we flail out bandaged nubs,
gauze flapping, to the site of
careless silouettes dispersing.
....and now your writing baby
occasionally swiping a curl from your eyes
gulping wine that was for sipping, not sedating
encapsulating emotions between stanzas
capturing the empathy of those
who long to purge the feel
of unwanted
I make my elixir bourbon
much like you, to dim the blue
but my veteran ache demands 100 proof…
still I’m writing of lovers lost.
uncaring women in fading photos
only visible in the untwinkle in my eye.
Are the lonely souls tripped up
in sad bastard heart strings
doomed to only love the unaffected?
The obsession with making
the passion spread to an unexpressive other half
is what drives us mad
eventually calousing the affection quotient…
until we all thrive on blissful days passed by
and swearing all ahead are lost.
ghosts who chase the living dead
longing to splash in their shallow puddles.
im not perfect in the protests i display
however the art we know of paying a good message forward
of our favoritism forwarding
could be a lesson of helping society
as your innocence is proven to you
while you acquire the dreams we deserve to live together
as you read my writing if ever you agree in something in wich you can relate
send the poem to all you know in your lists
for as god givith he can take away
there is never a reward for doing the wrong thing
consider my writing your gift to upstage me
in your global love for another
i realise i remain blind in this attempt
of lifes global domination to do the right thing
wich is not a weapon but a priveledge of love
of you favoritism forwarding
as you read my poems
and feel what i write
and know its a good idea
sometimes when we keep the things
of the ideas of how the whole planet wins
we succeed
to do our homework of throwing the game no one wins of negativity
we will replace with positives to become our new divinity
to enjoy guilty pleasures of loving one another
this is the art of your favoritism forwarding
send this message down your lists
and find another artist or writer who deserves to be rewarded for their message
of love that needs to grace many people with its present
as we master the art of our favoritism forwarding
If I am able to turn the sky
into a writing pad.
If I am able to turn the trees
into a writing pen.
If I am able to turn the ocean
into writing ink.
If I am able to make all these
useful in writing,
It would still not be enough to write
a book of how much I care about,
Adore, Cherish and love you...
So far I have written
Thousands of words for you
More than ever
My heart has mentioned you
I have been writing
For a love
That has no sign in your ends
So far there is confusion
If we are even friends
I have been writing
For a smile
That I never felt toward me
I have been an admirer
Of the girl who once said
"There is no we"
Night has crept up on me once again
I feel alone, but then I look up
I see you there and smile
I know my hopes might be foolish
And when my heart grows heavy I know
The writing on the wall has spoken
I have my own issues to sort out
And my own dreams and fears too
But i'm not going anywhere
I see you there and smile
The writing on the wall has spoken
But i'm not going anywhere
you are waltzing Matilda
I'm line-dancing with Bill
while you are writing her love songs
I'm writing from random will
you are singing her beautiful ballads
I am living these country tunes
my skies are always cloudy
and yours are sunny and blue
I am in Chicago
you are in Tokyo
I am eating chopped Salad
you are eating, God only knows
you are paving your future
I'm driving with only one wiper
you are saving for some day
and I'm still paying the piper
it's evening and I'm wondering
if these circles can connect
wondering how these trains will meet
when they run on parallel tracks