pouring my heart out hoping he feels the same only to be let down
Finding love
is not hard
when you care.
Giving up
you receive.
Exchanging,
love becomes
a true joy
to treasure.
Love is once again finally arising in the air
And I am finding myself without a single reason to care,
As I forget the one who never wanted to be there.
I've searched and searched
With no success
I've made my whole life
Such a mess.
Don't make the same mistake twice
But you end up doing it and pay the price
You say I'll never do that again
Next thing you know here you are without your friend
But as you dig you see a light
This time may work
I think it might.
Finding love takes a consuming heart
One that quickly heals after being torn apart.
You'll find that love if that's your goal
You'll look in their eyes and and feel love in your soul
I don't know why I am the way I am.
I don't know why I talk the way I talk.
And walk the way I walk.
I don't know why I prefer movies over books.
I don't know why I cry over my looks.
I had lost myself for a long time.
But now, it's my time to shine.
I will walk with my head up.
I will wave to strangers in the street.
I will rejoice when I want to.
I won't always dress as neat.
I'm living for myself.
I wouldn't rather be anyone else.
When I get told "you act too old" or "your heart has gotten so cold".
I will look around.
I will sing a beautiful sound.
I will be happy that I stuck around.
I will be happy to finally be found.
My gypsy heart,
vagabonding for a true love,
searches here,
searches there,
on the road to who knows where.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
traveling down uncharted roads,
lessons learned,
lessons spurned,
following paths I’ve not yet burned.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
dancing with seductive stumbles,
explores here,
explores there,
longing for any place I dare.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
wandering over Heartbreak Bridge,
full of longing,
not belonging,
bleeds with journey’s pain prolonging.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
running wild with nomad’s dreams,
hope is fading,
hope’s degrading,
inborn quest my soul pervading.
Forever on the move.
My gypsy heart,
playing the part of fickle soul,
spirit aching,
spirit breaking,
dreams of love I’m not forsaking.
Forever on the move.
I long to cup each flushing cheek
My palms to hold her precious face
Her lips mine also wish to seek
With gentle kisses there to place
Be clear the sky no cloud to hide
Delights my heart is plain to see
Though dreariness can push aside
Does naught to halt her mystery
Her mind a magic melting pot
Blue eyes bright, her soul reveals
A spirit that is fiery hot
How easily? My heart, she steals
To hold her close and tenderly
Beneath a dreamy moonlit sky
And when she asks, “Do you love me?”
“With all my heart”, I do reply
Dear Sadness, take your chilly air
Lonely loveless to surround
Go from me and my despair
For my true love, at last, I’ve found
when love was lost,
i never cried. i searched
for new love again.
through countless men
and endless cities,
a search that never ends.
through natures secret tunnel,
i sailed an endless sea,
from mountain top to ocean bottom,
a search i know will cease.
My little granddaughter
Being hyperactive
Slow in talking
Sometimes a bit burden
But slowly we find the reason and love in her
She likes catoons and watches it
Everyday every minute free
She is learning foreign language herself
She speaks out of tune
And we respond with another language
Our mother tongue instead
She listens to us and try to understand
But we never listen to her and just feel strange
Until one day she starts to speak fluently
To act and to dance humorously
Oh
She is so cute and cuddly
Finally we find love in her
But much later than she found in us
Similarly
God love us before we love Him
So
Do find love in Him
And love Him forever
How can I convince you that I love you?
Shall I climb the highest freezing hillside?
Shout that I love you as my voice echoes?
Feel my love burning with desire inside?
Shall I search for you across the wide world?
Perhaps I'll walk along the horizon.
I do not know exactly where you are.
Find you at sunset or at sun rising?
I would rather meander along paths,
Where wild nature is at its finest best.
Am I dreaming, or do I see you there
Under the willow tree? Now I can rest.
I amble towards you and ask for love,
I'll be faithful, a promise from above.
She smiled coyly, asked me to sit near her.
10 syllables per line
Finding love
Looking in restaurants, offices, the gym
Finding one's true love
The changes are slim
But a miracle happened
The path became clear
You never gave up
Now your soulmate is here.
Love
found them
one warm day
on a long drive
to countryside beautifully serene.
He gave her sweet flowers holding her close
I love you dear
from that first
day we
met.
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August 21, 2021
Poetry/Tetractys/Finding Love
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1382-561-21
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Double Tetractys 8
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 09/10/2021, Image Inspiration #1
Second Place
"Give me myself, well something,
A thing of something to know, know of,
Tell me to forget of before,
To thank me to the now, to see solo,
In grips to hold you to show, of the below,
To know naturally in front of the souls,
To find true love without one single person to judge,
To show of the true love within yourself,
What is outside to finely find hope!?"
-Ds-
You have no hope of finding love:
if you do not share those feelings.
The truth hurts; learn to rise above
barriers and break glass ceilings.
Happiness is a worthy goal:
without joy, you'll never feel whole.
Love allows two to share one heart,
and it hurts both when they're apart.
No hope of finding love; if you
do not share those feelings, you have.
Learn to rise above barriers
and break glass ceilings; the truth hurts.
Go for love, accept nothing less,
and live the dream doubt can't suppress.
1) When tongues are wagging,
Eyes are sagging,
Times are dragging,
And life is nagging...
Chorus:
Look above,
I say, look above,
Look to God,
And find love.
2) When some are scoffing,
Some are laughing,
Some are teasing,
And life's not pleasing...
3) When eyes are crying,
Times are trying,
No one's minding,
And life is grinding...
08/15/2018
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