Long Sleepovers Poems

(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives)

I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday).

I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if they’d opened up...

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Happy birthday, my love….
Today you turn forty-seven years old, dear sister... 
May your wings shine brighter today than ever before.

May my smile bring you joy and laughter. Oh, how your laughter saved me so many...

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Nostalgic Nights.
The smell of gas in the vintage moped I drove an hour to buy, 
Driving down that small-town street at night,
Lit by the dim bike light on that streetlight-less street.
Mixing gas with oil and...

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Deep into tonight as I lay tired and restless,
I think of all the joy I have experienced in my life...
There are certain people I must thank for my God given outlook.

I can start with my...

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Dear Mama
I'm older now and so much has changed
I miss you don't get me wrong
but I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place
and I can't even tell you to your face
so I'm writing because...

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The summer winds caress my skin.
Teardrops like squeezed  lemon drops spill.
A joy ride down my cheeks.
Joy emancipated from sadness speaks
Splash, it splatters on the ground.
A crown like structure  in slow motion seen.

Life cannot...

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At first it's just a glance or two
Then a blush before you knew
What was going on
Denial begins to dawn.

There is no way 
That I could be gay…
But that girl is so pretty
She looks so soft,...

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She always wore braids,
With beads on the ends.
She was tall for her age,
And we were best friends.
We walked together to school everyday,
Than after school, we’d go to her house and play.
But we always had to...

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She always wore braids,
With beads on the ends.
She was tall for her age,
And we were best friends.
We walked together to school everyday,
Than after school, we’d go to her house and play.
But we always had to...

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Am I Afraid of Real Love?

Butterflies fluttering in your stomach
The continuous smile that never seems to fade
Or the pure joy that exhumes every aspect of your life and mind
That little extra “kick” in your step...

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G        goblins, ghouls and ghosts
H        haunted houses, blood running cold with fright
O        ornery children...

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It’s been four (long) years. Yes, long - to my dismay.
Some think it goes quickly; RUBBISH! I say.
When you have a child, the days will drag,
The season crawl, and the years can lag.

But onward we...

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Its 10pm and its bed time.
 
But I can’t remember your birthday! I can remember your kind oval face and big brown eyes and smile that said innocent inside.
 
10:10pm I remember your front door,...

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"It's a fake tree", I said the year
my mother lost her mind and decided that real trees were too much trouble!
My best friend, who lived next door
thought it was just great,....that giant, silver monstrosity!
That is..until...

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"for there is no bond greater than one with a sister;
              no mount is too tall to climb, no ocean too wide...

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Recalling        Laughing          Reading               Learning ...

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His eyes glitter with
dreams and hopes of a
day that may be of some ways to go
the two kids under the makeshift tent
planning the next adventure,
the next journey
it was just a blanket covering the table
yet it...

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When I was but a child, I sure was not
too popular or all that great in school.
I tried to make good friends; I tried a lot
with all the girls considered to be cool.
I wished to...

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In our hug
My body shakes
As it strikes me
That this is the last.

This is goodbye.

No sleepovers
That fill the house
With endless screeching,
Inside jokes and continuous laughter.

No horror movies
Encouraging the thrills and scares
While one sits upright, 
Unaffected by...

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I was doing great
Holdin' on
It's been 32 days
Since my best friend passed on

His son, who now lives with me
Walked through the door
Carrying a leather jacket
Out came tears just like before

The kids huddled around me
As I...

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Where I’m From

I’m from tea parties and tutu’s,
From fingernail painting and Oreo cookies.
I’m from jumping on the trampoline,
And water sprinklers in the front yard.
I’m from summer days and sleepovers,
From zoo trips with momma,
And long car...

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Our relationship started a long time ago
Two little girls in a fifth grade class
I have to admit at first she was my foe
This quiet little, long-haired, lass

That first year, she had a pal
The two of...

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Family
Is all I ever wanted, really
When I grew up, a mom I was gonna be
A good one, not like my mom was to me 
For years, I dreamt of bonding by talking
Heart-to-hearts, from when they'd...

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When Angie was a little girl, so cute and very sweet,
She tried to talk with strangers and wander in the street.
She loved to play with dollies, teddy bears and kitties.
She’d put her clothes on backwards...

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2 November 2019  7:32 AM

Swallowing snot and hawking luggies
Weekend sleepovers and late night movies

Riding bikes and popping wheelies
Telling jokes and acting silly

Throwing knives and taking dares
Living life without a care

Just two boys wild and...

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