Love. Poems

Don't Hide the Pride Inside

Dry your tears, quell your fears,
Their fears just cloud their eye!
They find no time to understand...
They won't even try!

You don't have to defend your heart,
To mend your heart!
Swell with Pride, open wide...
And give your heart a fresh start!

An order that isn't

What causes one to feel this way?  

 
lack of control over every emotion, like you’ve fallen from a cliff
out and in goes the air through your lungs as you barely breathe 
vexed heart rate – feeling like you’re experiencing arrhythmia 
every whisper and flutter is seen, even if it’s just you in the

Won't you try harder

so far I'm fairly unimpressed
I keep wanting to give you chances
~ prove your heart is true



Wordku: 5-7-5 words

I carry your heart within me

i carry your heart within me
(quiet as breath
and louder than silence)

the sky folds itself
into your eyes—
blue, unending, unafraid

i am no longer a single leaf
trembling against the wind,
for you are my tree—

the root in my marrow,
the blossom in my sleep,
the star i do not name
but endlessly follow

if all worlds vanished
(i would still remain
because you are here)

i

The Oracle of Dali's Faith

The Oracle of Dali's Faith 

There are four things I cannot know—
The ways that love will come and go,
The thread that holds though time has flown,
And hearts that speak when words are gone.

I’ve not sat with kings, nor claimed the Throne,
Yet wisdom whispers where wild seeds are sown.
The eagle circles where no path is shown,
And

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

All About Love

No matter the subject, poetry,
somehow, is all about love -- 
Love, a poet's bread and butter. 
Staple stapled to the writing
tip of his forever pen, and the backside 
of his often used pencil. Falling in and out of. 
Were it not for Love's addictive nature, 
a poet's heart's habitual affliction...there would be no poetry. 

The Perfume Bottle

On my dresser rests a bottle of glass
its angle still holding the light like water.
The stopper breathe when raised
and the air loads with her absence.

A breath of jasmine, faint but faithful,
returns me to the nights I waited
for the sound of her heels on the stair
her perfume arriving before her voice.

Now the bottle is nearly empty
yet

Rose Moon in Bloom

Written for the prompt Rose Moon 15 - 25 words set by Poets Island via Instagram

Eclipsed hips part, unearthing
a rose moon in bloom,
opal sighs glimmer, 
ruby heat spills, sitting
bodies ablaze in molten embrace.

With a Gentle Hand

Ignored wounds
do not bleed at once,
but when touched for cure
they ache longer than they should,
reminding us how silence gathers dust
inside the body.

It is not that love is feared,
only that sometimes
its arrival feels unnecessary
like an extra flame
in a room already warm.

Still, a newborn’s breath
teaches another language of affection,
a fragile trust resting
in the hollow of two palms.

Love

Caffeine vapor

Caffeine vapor billows
blowing with the raindrops
the ceiling says
my body wanders
to a part of nowhere
glowing like a warm air
as if it were true

The reflection of the latte under the yellow light
the foam forms a crescent
like the curve of your smiling eyes

Petrichor tonight is so foreign
because only the gentle wind
between your body is familiar to me

I begin

Hi May

Hi January
I miss you
ah, not you
but January. I miss May,
who smiled in the flower field
to the strains of the melancholic song
that played in my head at that time.

Hi May, let's go together again to January
so I can see you again
spinning merrily
among those swings.

Hello May
You will sit again by the North Sea
catching the tide
as I loved

Emotional Buffet 4

The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.

His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.

Truth is  no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.

I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and

Emotional Buffet 3

In the picture you seemed far more fair,
Only smiling, only there.

Must it always be adorned attire?
Just behold  the soul is there.

Not every moment is a dear one near,
Yet in the silence, she stands there.

In love, I’ve become like Huzaifa at last,
She rules the heights, her throne is there.

Peace itself has turned away from me,
Now

Cathedral at the end of night

The cathedral was still lit late at night 
dance music played faintly t
the drapes waved gently
the feet spun and floated
the silhouette danced gracefully
the silhouette grabbed a hand and spun
the silhouette spun in love late at night
the silhouette was alone
there was no hand to hold
there was no body to spin it in the air
but the music

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