Lost Love. Poems

The Perfume Bottle

The crystal perfume bottle still remains,
the one he gifted her so long ago,
upon the dressing table veiling pains
of life’s uncaring, unrelenting blow.

The soft gardenia scent still takes him there
to moments shared when loving seemed complete;
unending nights beneath the stars they’d share,
and every sunrise was a joy to greet.

But then one winter day the angels came
to

the cedar tree

bright …

a flash of light -
thunder clapped like cannons as
into the old tree
we scurried ...
the mouth of its little
hollowed-out gut, yawning like some
tired old man from a Dickens story ...
perhaps the chin of the
ghost of Jacob Marley, let loose in
horrid fashion from its jaw-
binding bandages ...

       ~ then found

hope hushed

bound by doubt, I stood there amidst the bluebells
watching where she'd been but a moment sooner
dusk to come, her breath hanging like the
       shadows
she, thus departing

on my tongue, sweet words melted soft and
       tender
all those daring, romantic thoughts I'd gathered
passion dreams that longed

fields of life

to wend through golden grasses of my past
      with chill winds at my back from o'er the hill
   oh how I wish the glow of spring would last

thus far behind me stands that boy, miscast
      while just a jester, much too bright and

Lover's heartbreak

All I have left of you is this kiss ?? 
And it wasn't even on my lips
It's just a reminder of how I fell out of love
And I'm left sitting here wondering 

The first week I'd just stand by the shower
And the water full throttle would have at me
It'd be cold but I'd stand there

To Hell and Back

A verse retelling of the story of Orpheus, son of Apollo and Calliope, who was the husband of Eurydice. They were not married long when Eurydice was bitten by a snake and died. Orpheus, overcome with grief, journeyed to the Underworld to plead that his wife be restored to him. With his skillful playing of

Deserted

Deserted; you have left me 
wandering alone, only my mind 
to accompany my sad song. 
I sing it to an audience of one; 
myself. 

Confused; I remain lost, 
you say you love me, 
yet you refuse to speak 
the language of both 
our hearts. 

Waiting; my passion pleads 
to be expressed in its fullness, 
with

The Unbroken Sun Osiris

Glory to her hands that stitched the green,
That sought the pieces of a love torn wide:
For her strong grief, a river spilling light:
For her sharp magic, beautiful and keen,
That found the fragments and refused to hide:
And knit his broken body back from night.

All things lost, scattered, shattered, and undone:
Whatever's broken (who can say why?):
She holds

senyru

shadow in the aisle
where a friend and I
once stood

paradox

I felt very distant from you,
But I couldn't be remote from you,
Why? I don't know
But this is not comfortable.
But also seeing someone else 
Watching you, crushing on you,
I feel jealous, but I shouldn't.
But now, you are in my life,
 I can't change it.
I tried to stop talking to you, but couldn't.
Even if I understand you,

We're different roads

We walk divergent paths, you and I,
Two distinct journeys, like parallel lines in the sky,
Our minds, a dichotomy, a clash of thought and deed,
I navigate logic's realm, while you follow feelings' creed.

Our communication, a discordant symphony,
I'm measured, you're impulsive, a contrast in harmony,
My words, a calculated risk, yours, an emotional release,
We're worlds apart, in every

the dead choir

this choir only sings for one,
when once, blue-birds two,
the reflection of the splashing,
two souls, laughing against rapids,
when you danced, under moonlight,
I lost myself blinded to your sight,
a heaven, swiped two hands twice,
a mourning for a special someone,
the dunce springs off youth,
the affection of hand holding,
two nouns of sublimity,
Wish to rewind before that night.

February love poem

Sail safely my darling and come back to me
Let my love shield you from the storms at sea
Remember my kiss soft on your sweet lips
Let it warm your heart when the mercury dips
Hold me in your heart and you’ll be in mine
Trust that we’ll be holding each other again in no time
Think of my touch

WE WILL CALL IT LOVE STILL

The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.

If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.

Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.

If love comes

Others in Our love space

Watching us harden like fallen snow.
Its pure turns into dirt
We're half dead inside
We start a creed of recovery ,
 A stain massacre will be the death of me.
Pretending we're built on solid ground.
Never really settling down 
Slowly weathering away 
Monsters in my dreams become real today.
A phantom start sleeping in our bed we made.
Waiting for

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