Often Poems - Poems about Often

Too often, I fell in love with you, like falling asleep,slowly

Too often, I fell in love with you, like falling asleep—slowly, then all at once,
my heart warms every time I look at you, my gaze lingers,
every time you walk past, now I find myself always remembering you,
all the love songs and late-night scenarios are covered with thoughts of you.
Yet I wonder, am I helplessly in

a little too often

i fell in love with you, like falling asleep— slowly, then all at once. 
my heart warms everytime i look at you, my gaze lingers, each time you walk past.
now i find myself remembering you at every chance.
all the love songs and late night scenarios, they seem to be masked with thoughts of you. 
though,

Clouds often go unnoticed, but they are so much like us

Clouds often go unnoticed, but they are so much like us,
soft and distant travelers, floating through a sky full of unknown thoughts,
meeting like strangers, carried by the same wind of chance,
staying for a while, then quietly parting, without promises or storms.
They do not ask the sky to stop, nor beg the sun to linger longer,
even

I'm often asked if there is life after death

I'm often asked if there is life after death,
I say yes, there certainly is, like a secret hidden in the woods,
Death after life and life before death, an endless cycle,
Everything continues without stopping, a river of time that cannot be dammed,
We live forever and die forever, spirals of existence.
As for heaven and hell, they are

They often ask me why I don’t wear festive clothes, why I don’t paint my face

They often ask me why I don’t wear festive clothes, why I don’t paint my face,
Don’t you also like to shine in the light of a clear morning?
Oh, if only I could tell them that every act of beautification feels like just a veil over a wound,
As if I were hanging curtains over broken windows,

every so often

Every so often
sometimes in life, we make a path that we realize was made by others to trap us into doing what they want
it feels silly to be fooled, but the ones that fooled us didn’t do so out of maize which makes it difficult to correct  
when a person dedicated to a rustic

Mythmakers Often Miss the Stop

Each moment arrives
already threaded—
camels crossing through narrowed eyes,
yesterday's needles.
I see the burden in your face when I get here,
but it’s not your face;
rather a ripple of something older, 
residue caught in the glass
nothing but an echo of now. Do you see that?
A life lived sideways,
pressed into the sand.

My bus driver is Atlas today,
holding a world

In season, sonnets often find their bloom

In season, sonnets often find their bloom
by trailing lesser forms towards the light;
a patient wait’s reward is greater room,
and thus they are content to just sit tight.

But once a way appears, they make their move
and quickly seize the opportunity.
Iambs, awkward at first, begin to groove
and make connections naked eyes scarce see.

Then bursting forth, the buds

I Think Of You Quite Often

I think of you quite often, when the rain
Falls gently through the tender autumn air,
And every leaf, half golden, whispers pain,
A fleeting sadness I could almost wear.

I think of you when twilight softly gleams
Along the river’s silver-threaded edge,
Where sunset mingles with forgotten dreams,
And night is but a whispered, quiet pledge.

I think of you when morning

less is often more

Luther had a tendency to write with prolixity
using six adjectives when two would do
there were no breaks in his text
his missives were written as a brick pedestal
solid from side to side, top to bottom
Many who read the words of other poets skipped his
preferring to spend their time on smaller less wordy missives
Oftentimes less is more
in

vote early and often

It is said that our ballots are secret
And that is the way we should keep it
A trip to the polls
No chads, marks, or folds
Just some deft sleight of hand to delete it

They vote early and often
Some vote from the coffin
A nod and a wink
Was it blue or soft pink
There’s a bucket right here to put

So often

So often, a storm blows in
I remain clueless and unaware
The storm I see is coming
So, I begin to prepare 
I grab my stone of protection
And place it in my heart
I sit in meditation 
In hopes of finding the spark
The colors start glowing
The shapes begin to appear
Then the voice of the knowing
And the answer is so

best friends often do not do well in school

Best friends often do not do well in school.
But they are hilarious, and make life cool.
Know what to say, how to listen, and be a clown.
Can help you rise up when your soul is a bit down.

Best friends are not the ones your parents would pick.
But they know how to play, have fun, and give

Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young

Sometimes, perhaps often when we are young,
we fall in love without knowing or having experienced real love...
that's how we learn... painful at times... happy for a while... but as we grow, we learn.
And when it happens that we find the love we thought no longer existed,
it happens and it lasts, forever, I hope!
I call it

I often wonder

7 April 2024  10:36 PM

The stars are bright high in the sky they watch over the earth through the night.

What they have seen and for how long?  No one could adequately write that song.

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