Perhaps I'll Know Your Love
Perhaps the light of day comes with a golden ray,
to push the heavy shadows to the side...
Just let me come on home.
Let me finally unload this pain.
Perhaps you'll look past these scars...
and the tears I try so hard to hide,
emotions of a weary soul
hurting deep inside.
Perhaps a life will have love,
not pretending to be...
Every word rolls off the tongue
to carry me, or pull me to your side.
Perhaps someday these pieces will mend,
with reaching arms that can hold
this fragile love that we know.
Perhaps someday my smile no longer fades,
or falls exhausted by my side...
screaming I'm alright.
Perhaps I write these words of love,
praying that you will finally see
the love I've held for you...
Perhaps, someday, I won't pretend to be someone you knew.
Perhaps, someday, you'll love me too.
Debra
would you , could I ?
be always
in youthful trust
and never waiver ;
faultlessly devout .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
Perhaps it isn't evil they intend,
perhaps it's simple acknowledgment;
in a vast universe they and we
are not the only intelligences
looking up or looking down~
Perhaps, perhaps, they are looking.
Inspired by “What Evil” first posted in 2024.
I am leaving this place,
Eloping, never to return.
My mind is made, my heart is firm—
I will not live and die this way.
I gave my all,
Held faith that things would change,
But every dawn was fire and ash—
I will not live and die this way.
I know not where I’m going,
Yet I’ve nothing left to lose
But these chains.
Perhaps, somewhere, I’ll find rest.
There are monks marching to Washington
Enduring; they persevere, their perstience
long'
There actions to me echo.' Back maybe my call..
For a peoples peace day, they will arrive on the twenty eighth of Februrary before the power halls, just over a month and April will arrive..My indication is the second day.'
For requesting worldwide, that people make a call fir peace, fools days myst be put behind us, Jesus grant release, are these minks a sign of a deep desire? A world of longing, kindling this small fire.?
Anyone can mark the day i note send a card recognising peace.' Cast your worthy
Vote, have a psrty..You do not need me.'
Just a heart for change, that some
good may be.'
( invest in peace it cost so little" yet enriches
Us all )
“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”
~Alice Hoffman
The man I love is far away,
does he exist? I cannot say;
perhaps a hope, perhaps a fantasy~
perhaps a fevered dream’s cliche.
If a dream I will stay most happily
beyond the veil in chastity,
the nightmare is the world alluded,
where vaunted knights are garbed in travesty .
The doctors say I am deluded,
that thought processes are occluded
by parabolic stimulations,
and reality has been excluded.
Am I insane to prefer creations
when life is full of corrupt castrations?
The man I love is far away,
can he not see my heart’s pulsations?
perhaps I did splash
a wet dash too much
when I was growing up ~
seems I was selfish
one fish too many
when merely a pup ~
maybe I acted disrespectful
an action too long
when just a forming hiccup ~
appears I misled my part
a missed start too often,
yepper, yea, yes, oh, yup ~
waz sup?
Perhaps Seeing Love
In Transient Things...
Flowers Won’t Bloom
Just For Show, Will
They, Rainbows?
Avoids The Vast Hole
With They're Loss...
Bad News.
***
Theoretically.
-Gray Squirrel
10-18-2025
Perhaps dawn; night will be strikethrough —
perhaps even my solitary nights.
Who knows, perhaps the sun —
though inevitable,a smile will defy its gold.
Perhaps twilight dawns are beautiful,
But even brightest dawns signal the dark.
Perhaps you will notice, a bankrupt smile.
Even night-birds chatter,
Even crickets, even in silent midnights,
Many a mongrels howl, perhaps —
a song, perhaps hope,
Perhaps you will notice.
Perhaps a golden dawn ray
will tap my shoulder,
and I will wake to bliss.
Perhaps the lark will sing,
or perhaps the clouds —
will be bright with rain,
The weatherman might be in error.
Perhaps I will finally dance; in peace
Perhaps…
But then I fear I may digress
Succumb to writings pained distress
Succumb to pressure in my chest
To shred what I think ain’t the best
Forsooth and poppy cock, I cry
And other words to plagiarize
I will succeed, I’ll win the prize
Cut those legends down to size
Alas, the phone and beepy things
Have me bouncing as if on springs
Emoji’s full of wordless stings
Laughing as the doorbell rings
The thoughts I think are sounding dumb
A never-ending Rugby scrum
My head is slightly out of plumb
I’m sitting here, my cheeks gone numb
Somewhere in the dark they bide
Lost amid a smoldering pride
Those simple truths that must reside
Between his Jekyll and his Hyde
You seem immune to worry or concern,
you haven’t a care in the world.
Perhaps you think you’ll somehow live forever
defying laws that have ruled time itself.
Disturbs me to see time wasted away.
Are we possibly stuck at an impasse ~
tangible reality juxtaposing mundane absurdity?
You close your eyes the world stops,
how are you so carefree?
Perhaps you cater to the ludicrous delusion
that by ignoring time you’ll outrun it.
Pains me to see time wasted away.
I’m beyond comprehending such nonchalance,
time is irrefutably a most valuable commodity.
Moments elapsed are irreversibly gone ~
their squandering an unforgivable crime.
Kills me to see time wasted away.
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines, each line has 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on September 20, 2025 for contest PERHAPS, A POEM submittted by JOHN LAWLESS - Honorable Mention
Perhaps, I were your wife,
Would you have made me a paper tiger,
one that looks fierce but cannot bite?
Perhaps, I were your husband,
Would you have used feminism to emasculate me,
turning me into a yo-yo at your whim?
Perhaps, I were your friend,
Would you have made me a clown,
one who makes you laugh but lives in sorrow?
Perhaps, I were your servant,
Would you have made me a sea squirt,
eating his own brain just to serve you?
Perhaps, I were your parent,
Would you have made me a burden,
one who bends his back to feed your pride?
Perhaps, I were your child,
Would you have made me subservient to your greed,
one who loses his future to your ego?
Perhaps, I weren’t yet born,
Would you have been proud to weave me in your DNA,
one you breathe life into to erase your doubts?
Perhaps, this were only a poem,
Would you have thought of it a classic,
one that would stand the firm test of time?
This soulful hour comes after dusk
when failing sun breaks through
the pillars of trees... I roam alone
maybe to find rest on a hilly granite,
sit around and there, let my body
embrace light pouring down
into the woods, nourished by
all shades and colors of things.
Hearing my own silence
with a hint of windsong,
should i wonder if peace
be near? ...perhaps:
Like so, the higher self climbs
through the trellis of breeze,
arriving in a funnel of light like a ray
to gaze at, touch a god-like image...
Enthralled by an unknown pour
of surrender , I gently wander
through a holy city inside myself.
I watch sun slide into the sea and leave the sky behind.
Perhaps, a poem will beautifully slip into my mind.
A fierce storm and then an arc gleams above the glen.
Perhaps, a poem of peacefulness pours forth from my pen.
I thrill to spy a group of deer that from a brooklet drink.
Perhaps, a poem then flows onto a blank page from my ink.
Emotions, whether good or bad, can flood me like hard rain.
Perhaps, a poem spontaneously springs into my brain.
News of human degradation and of deprivation -
Perhaps, a poem soon takes shape and shouts my indignation.
The sight, sound, touch and scent of one that I hold dear -
Perhaps, a poem of tender love will magically appear.
Reflections, recollections, things I believe are true:
Perhaps, a poem from my soul informs or inspires you.
I saw....
Two black crystal balls
Rimmed with white
Reflecting an indefinable emotion
Glowing with some intense passion
Riveting,
Entrancing!
Two eyes of oceanic depths
Relaying the most intimate message
What did they commune?
PERHAPS- they said silently- "I love you" (?)
So piercing were those eyes
That I couldn't stand their electric glare
From those eyes, rose the Promethean fire
Glistening like molten gold,
At once sending out,
The light of a hundred galaxies.
In the fire bursting through those eyes,
My body was turned into a conflagration
And my soul rippled like fermented wine.
Why didn’t I respond instantly
PERHAPS, I was so stunned,
That my body couldn’t follow the sense’s urging
An ocean was stirring within
Whose whirls could never again be tamed
In those flooding pools,
Let me cast my fishing net.
What catch, can I expect?
PERHAPS, the boon and bliss of a lifetime!
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