I saw my small sister Sofia on a see-saw, she wore a wonderful white waist wrap, her partner Pedro pushed his powerful paws, upon the ground to uplift his board to go up and up but she bumped the broad board to below, the pair played the play in park and play ground.
I promise I'll love you
Till the end of my life
Not just like anybody
But like my wife
I promise I'll be there
Always by your side
Holding your hand in mine
Forever in my heart you reside
I promise I'll accept you
The way you are
No matter your flaws
Just be as you are
I promise my love
Will never fade away
For you are my love
As forever you'll stay
I promise I'll be loyal
For this is NOT a trial
Just like a diamond
My love remains royal
I promise I'll be your partner
No matter what's our fate
From now and forever
I'll be your true soulmate
Life is beautiful but the journey is no less than a rollercoaster ride.
Let's hold hands together and pass each high tide.
Let's make it interesting and cherish it together.
I look upon my partner's shiny hair,
brushed with loving care, always short and chic.
I think how there's no one who can compare.
We understand - no need for us to speak.
She's loyal. I trust her implicitly.
In troubled times, we have each other's back.
She never told me this explicitly,
but she loves me. We don't need to keep track.
She lives in the moment, don't overthink.
Though she doesn't much care to clean or cook,
she appreciates dinner and a drink.
I fell in love with her in just one look.
You could say that my partner don't suck eggs.
On the other hand (paw?), she has four legs.
I said I knew him—
like the sea knows the moon,
drawn, pulled, dancing tides to his rhythm.
I traced constellations in the freckles on his back,
wrote sonnets on the way he stirred his coffee,
knew his heartbeat like a song I was born with.
I could name the sound his silence made,
the way his right eye twitched when he lied,
how he always looked left when he didn’t want to cry.
I memorized his favorite shade of regret.
And still loved him.
I said I knew him—
like the roots know rain,
the thunder before the downpour.
I forgave storms that shattered me
because he smiled like sunlight
and I was always cold.
I built an altar from our laughter.
Burnt my pride as sacrifice.
Called him my home.
My poem.
My person.
But—
He was not mine.
He was never real.
Just a ghost I drew on a canvas of longing.
A man made of metaphors and needs.
I was the only one in the room.
Talking. Loving. Remembering.
He was a story I told myself
just to feel
less alone.
From the words of my beloved partner~ he spoke I inked
She’s a clutch player who excels under pressure
She’s Johnny on the spot with tenacious resolve,
One who is extremely creative, an innovative marvel
For example, surprisingly adept to any endeavors
in which she partakes and is quite vivacious,
A zany sense of humor
with a touch of sassy and with a tangy edge,
She’s a multifaceted dynamo
with an energetic verve, tenacious
and at times pugnacious
She can be a little too verbose
I chose you on that quiet, fateful day,
A decision that would forever change my life.
We stuck together through every feeling of dismay,
Creating a bond, founded through shared strife.
You knew my moves before I gave the call,
We carved our path until every badge was won.
And though new challenges came, and the team grew tall,
You stayed the heart, the never changing, the loyal one.
The world’s moving on, and the time’s beginning to shift,
Our journey filled with success will forever be treasured.
Yet through it all you have been my one, unforgettable gift,
With feelings of joy that cannot be measured.
Though some stories end, bonds are never through,
My first, my friend, I owe it all to you.
With every tap across the lake,
Ripples are shot across.
The waters cheerily wake,
They wait another toss,
- Then another toss is made.
It is seen bouncing further by.
Waves of merriment parade,
And consume the beholder’s eye.
The lake dances in the moonlight,
A sight where felicity bestows.
There isn’t a happier sight -
Than when we are skipping stones.
Many flowers show off their blossom
Each has its own beauty and design
Presenting to the one who cared for them
Some of these flowers will be gone on display
For an adorned lover purchased them for a gift
Some of them will remain in the garden
For some other day's given time for business
Finding partner is like finding flower
That suit your taste and liking
If not fitting, you won't choose it
If you like it, you negotiate and refute
Till you agreed with the seller, you will get the right price
This flower is yours, smelled and put into your bosom
Bring it with you and put into the best part of your home.
A flaming contrivance of heat,
The dumpster was quick on its feet.
It danced on its toes,
Though why, no one knows,
A partner it never did meet.
Companionship or romance, what's the difference?
Is it through death that we depart?
But even friends share that remark.
Is it dinner with a view?
But with friends I'd still pursue.
Is it the coffee shop or show?
But with friends I often go.
Is it through language that we flow?
But my partners have no difference.
What's the difference?
Could it only be emotion?
That alone is not enough.
Then maybe too, devotion?
Could it really be this tough?
With friends there is adherence.
Then maybe it's appearance?
But that's not an interference.
Then maybe there's no difference,
What's the difference?
My fantasy is to find a writing partner
The fantasy allows for a man or a woman
But you like short poetry (not too long)
You like free verse more than rhyme,
But you’re up for the challenge of a villanelle
My fantasy is to have a writing partner
Who connects with nature deeply
My partner has stories about birds and spiders
My partner loves geese at the park,
Deer in the field,
Bison at the gate,
And my deepest desire in my fantasy would be
That my writing partner wouldn’t dare eat animals
I have a fantasy that soon
One day, somehow, I find a writing partner
Maybe old, maybe young, maybe man, maybe woman
Who writes short, earthy poems,
Not silly ones,
No, not silly ones, even though we will laugh
And we will cry, and both of us are the best of listeners.
I can’t wait to hear your latest poem.
Sit here on my small couch in my kitchen,
Meet me in Google Meets and let's have a virtual writing den.
I’ve missed you since last week.
What did you write about? Yes, you go first.
Honeyguide bird has a special pal
He teams up with a honey badger gal
Honeyguide finds bee’s hive and makes a call
Alerting honey badger, his partner, a friendly doll
Badger eats the sap, honeyguide bird eats the wax
This is just one of a bunch of interesting facts
Does your partner is responsible
The impact in your life is huge
It's not easy to see ordinary life
But when two people are in argument
The true face of a partner is not hidden
Stay silent and don't talk back
It doesn't solve any problem
It's not emotional intelligence
It's sad fact and a lonely reality
It's an act of irresponsibility.
Without my partner, our kids, mates, and family,
I'd be lost, adrift, no direction.
Literally up the creek without a paddle.
What would I do?
How would we navigate alone?
So many wrong choices we'd inevitably make.
No advice to steer us through life's storms,
No support in moments of doubt.
Who'd be there to listen,
To offer a shoulder, a kind word?
It's hard to fathom,
How I'd manage without that network.
Especially when strangers are just that,
Unknown, uncertain.
Without yours,
What would you do?
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