This envisioning is so cliché
It is making my cheeks so rosé:
A lightly tanned brunette couple
Walking through alleys so unsupple...
Above their handholding and umbrellas,
In the pouring rain, walking among fellas.
Then suddenly he stops and turns to her,
Drops his umbrella and kisses ever deeper.
But it's just all a New York City fantasy,
A reality that may or may never come to be.
All I can see is he and I having coffee,
Then an electro swing song sets me free.
Indeed it is a hope and dream all so cliché,
As a hopeless romantic can't help it anyway.
Maybe he's more than someone new,
Maybe someday we'll share a few.
Categories:
handholding, boyfriend, city, longing, new
Form: Quatrain
My circle is of
fruitflies, houseflies, mosquitos
squirrels, chipmunks, possums
spiders, crickets, ants
parakeets, seagulls, geese
This dance is absent without you
hair, glasses, smile
shirt, pants, shoes
laugh, giggle, talk
Together we were one
hugs, handholding, cuddles
rollerblading, bicycling, racquetball
car rides, lighthouses, kayaking
fishing, dinners, parenting
Thursday, November 4, 2021
Categories:
handholding, appreciation,
Form: List
and still she remembers that first sigh -
exhaling after breathing him in, the
intoxicating him beside her, arms touching,
dust dancing in the air from his skin to hers. The
streets they walked together were mapped
in ink, blue and black footprints on a landscape
of knowing winks and hushed laughter; seeing
his mouth smiling in the bending letters of street
signs, his playful fingers in branches overhanging
a park. But when he left, her shoes became erasers
rubbing their walks from cobblestones and their
handholding from benches, her footprints eroding
where she once remembered his gait in the swaying of
a pub sign, heard his voice in the splash of paws in
puddles. As she remembers that first sigh of such
promise, that luxurious breeze of young passion and
dizzying air of a first love, she struggles, now, to breathe
silence.
Categories:
handholding, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
“Dead folks can't hurt you none. It's the ones that are alive,
you have to watch out for.” Grace Metalious, Peyton Place
THE FOURTH FLOOR OF NOWHERE
The back room on the 4th floor of nowhere,
nowhere but our love, hidden from the lips
of those hustlers and backbiting peasants.
Spring to Winter, we’d get our kicks and kips.
We’d stash water bottles, cash and her
stare, where no one would bother to look.
Her blackmail ended our tryst and her life.
We played her game but not by her book.
We knew one day they’d go room to room,
key in hand, a skeleton to find, no remorse.
We’d have goosebumps near each other
but be careful to keep our eyes off course.
Forever is a long time of regret and forget.
A tongue that dared to cross our path, so
unimportant, forgotten, a regrettable life.
A backroom hush but a ghostly shadow.
We don’t dare recollect our lust of youth.
The handholding, the kiss, rose petals in bed.
We are unhappily married to our secrets.
Life in Peyton Place is to keep promises dead.
9/8/2020
Craig Cornish’s The Fourth Floor of Nowhere Poetry Contest
Categories:
handholding, death, lost love, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Woven together like fine mesh
A perfect fit of flesh with flesh
Handshaking
Mutual between romancers
Affirmations flow like dancers
Handwritten
Pearl earrings, dress of lace
Roses, baby's breath, and vase
Hand-chosen
A diamond in a ring of gold
The framework of a new house sold
Handcrafted
Young bride and groom, fifty years wed
Sunrises and sunsets ahead
Handholding
5-3-2020
Compounding The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Categories:
handholding, beautiful, happy, love, marriage,
Form: Verse
Happy Holidays everyone at Poetry Soup!
A cozy warm fire
2 cups hugs plus one cup love
and a Christmas tree
Gifts favored with care
3 cups grins 2 cups kisses
and snuggly blankets
Chocolaty treats
Tablespoon of handholding
and Christmas stockings
Candy cane delights
Two and a half cups laughter
and Christmas carols
Santa’s ho ho ho
2 cups of Christmas giving
and holiday cheer
Merry Christmas!
3rd publish-prev PoetryPalette and GoDogGocafe by Franci Eugenia Hoffman
Categories:
handholding, christmas,
Form: Light Verse
Love is a puzzle to her, armed to perplex.
She does not understand it,
Is confounded,
Although surrounded
By others who seem to all be in love.
She walks quickly past,
Trying to ignore the
Handholding and the kisses,
Not in public she mutters to herself,
But deep inside, not aloud,
Not wanting any attention.
Afraid of being noticed.
“Hey!” someone yells.
She puts her head down
And keeps running.
Does not stop until she gets
Safely inside the library.
“That guy was trying to get your attention,”
The security guard tells her.
She ignores him too.
Angry that she is terrified of love.
And of conversation.
She does not make eye contact.
So he gently places the notebook
she had dropped next to her on the table.
“Thanks,” she says
Without looking up.
Without noticing his kind blue eyes.
Without seeing that he would have been interested.
If she had looked up even one time
Or if she had smiled
Or if she had done
Anything
Human
At
All….
Categories:
handholding, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse
When you closed your hand about my hand,
A shivering bud that hid within my heart
Began to open,
‘MEN do not have FLOWERS in their hearts!’
I cried, in my mind,
‘CERTAINLY
MEN have LIONS!’
But the bud so softly nudged against my breast,
That I could not but pluck its opening grace
And offer it
To You,
Pure As A Smile…
Written On: 1/9/2019
Submitted for Contest:
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
handholding, allegory, heart, hello, love,
Form: Free verse