When the petals fall, I cherish your face,
For moments don't last, always pass us by;
One day you'll be gone, oh, my heart embrace,
The flower you are, don't say goodbye.
Some prefer sweets, others a letter, but
When the petals fall, I cherish your face;
Impermanent are you, so let me glut,
Look at you, touch you, put your heart in my vase.
Everyday you wake, a new bloom in lace,
I water the grounds that carry your feet;
When the petals fall, I cherish your face,
And the scent of your hair, your skin so sweet.
If only we could bask longer this sun,
As you wilt an' wither away, I brace;
No other I wish to be with, not one,
When the petals fall, I cherish your face.
"5th Season"
The papers signed, the silence fell at last,
7 years of effort vanished in the air,
A bitter echo of a hurried past.
We built a home and left it standing bare;
I calculate the minutes that were cast.
The future that we planned now feels untrue,
I trace the map of roads we should not take,
The promises we broke now see us through.
For all the years we labored for its sake,
Now time demands a heavy overdue.
An aspect of God, a boy born Brahmin
Had ascended into his higher power,
It was then in a late hour during slumber,
He remembered how his karma was even.
He awakened in him an intuition, long ago,
Then he later met a woman, he felt a spark.
But he questioned how she's awake at dark.
She wandered wherever her ego would go.
He was the only one who could perceive her,
As everyone at times seems to ignore them,
As if she can appear, disappear on a whim.
He realized she's a ghost and projector.
He decided to slowly heal her lost soul,
As she constantly spiralled into memories,
As she projected on loop her stories.
He blessed her to find peace, pay her toll.
But over time they had together, he fell.
The God wanted to spend forever with her,
Patiently waits for her to move on further.
She healed; God rang their wedding bell.
I once dated a Xennial and then a Zillennial,
Finally found the greatest fellow millennial.
He's got a "I can fix her" type of energy,
While I have a "I'll show him" audacity.
Though all the times we spend together
Feel like dreams, I feel we'll last forever.
I adore him without too tight a tether.
I remind him he's more than a mere lover.
He makes me feel young and so nostalgic.
He gently holds my heart, it's like magic.
I hold his heart with words of affirmation.
I heed his words for my transformation.
Two millennials in love, Atlanteans reborn,
Healing our hearts from all former scorn.
We fondly recall the world as it was before.
Our old souls always rediscovering more.
Star/Steer poem: This is about a traveler navigating the harsh Free State winter relying on the stars for direction and solace.
The Free State veld a canvas stark and white,
Icy Easterly winds cut through me to the bone.
A lonely traveler in the freezing Tweeling night,
I walk a path to a far away home.
The snow clad earth my bed, the sky my roof,
against the cold my spirit stands as proof.
Above the kapok a brilliant fierce guiding star
Ignites the darkness with its age begrimed flame.
It steers me to my home afar, though
frost bitten I whisper his name
It tells a story of resilience and might,
And guides me safely till morning light.
I have almost sleepless lonely nights
Here in my room with string of neon lights.
I wish you could be here every single night.
I need God to hear my longing plight.
I have almost no true lingering feelings
For those which I had former dealings.
But I choose you for a far deeper reason
Than to be anyone's for merely a season.
I have almost nothing of my ego left,
Due to all the times in which I was bereft.
I can only offer you my own divine soul,
For my mortal heart has taken many a toll.
I have my wounded heart open to you.
You are pink salt which will heal me through.
Your love heals and soothes my bruises.
I hope my love for you, never confuses.
When he's not here, whenever I feel sad,
I go under this comforter, then I feel glad.
How warm it is reminds me of his nature
As well as all ways he shows he is mature.
I lay beneath comforter when he is not here.
I solemnly pray he never shall disappear.
How soft it is reminds me of how he's tender
As well as how his love is of such splendor.
I rest underneath this blanket, missing him.
I miss all times we make love on a whim.
I know he'll come again, but for now I rest,
As I become aware my waiting is all a test.
I sleep with this comforter he bought for me,
Dreaming dreams in which he and I are free.
I adore him completely, my face as rosey
As pink blanket, whenever he comes to me.
He sweetly serenades me 'til we fall asleep.
He is truly the one whom I want to keep.
He captivates me so much, I cannot speak.
His voice soothes me to point I am so meek.
He lets me hold him in my arms so closely.
He rests his face upon my bosom tenderly.
He is so beautiful, especially as he sleeps.
His presence as warm as tea which steeps.
He softly sings to me and if I know the song,
We sing and realize to each other we belong.
We show each other true love in every way.
We wish to be together every day, someday.
We have met many times before this life,
Why we know how to resolve every strife.
We lived so similarly, though separately,
And now we met, we are no longer lonely.
What else can I do but prolongingly sleep,
Until I must tend to my own bodily needs.
What else can I do but secretly weep,
Until you show me how your heart bleeds.
What else can I do but feel this love so deep,
As I daydream about you being so sweet.
What else can I do but occasionally creep,
Wishing we could go back in time and meet.
What else can I do but walk up hill so steep,
This hill a metaphor of how we are far apart.
What else can I do but hope we can reap
From seeds I am sowing within your heart.
What else can I do, I rather take the leap.
I rather fall with you, I'll be your parachute.
What else can I do to ensure it's you I keep,
Please just tell me my love has taken root.
She was pretty, but did she have a personality?
She was a sweetie, but can she even write poetry?
She was yours, but she wasn't as honest and as real as me.
My heart is always willingly, patiently waiting
For the life I think you and I will be creating.
But my mind is going stir-crazy wondering
When it is the next time you will be coming.
My soul is knowingly, faithfully waiting
For your further, deepening awakening.
But my ego is desperately reaching
For your affectionate acknowledging.
My body is longingly, achingly waiting
For an embrace that is so tenderly soothing.
But my being feels your own soul lingering
In my room, beyond an illusion that is fading.
My heart patiently paints a future so loving,
For you're the one for which I was searching.
But my mind's always impatiently crying
For our life I see: a life finally worth living.
Laying underneath the stars,
on a warm silent night.
Our arms are wrapped around each other,
and everything feels right.
You kiss me sweetly and softly,
I feel your warm gentle touch,
I hope you feel loved,
under the sweet night sky rush.
My world before me is perfect.
There's nowhere else I want to be,
except laying underneath the stars
hand in hand, you and me.
Just when everything is perfect,
and you seem so delicately sweet,
a rush of wind comes past me
and I'm swept off my feet.
Nothing could be more right,
there's nowhere else I want to be.
Let's take a walk my only love,
Hand in hand, you and me.
My cosmos
You are my every step forward
Every Considerable Decision
Eternal Impenetrable bond
In transcendental vibration
Flow of inspiring thoughts
The only star of my cosmos
From a giant blaze
A monstrous love struck
I will arm myself with Achilles
I am much stronger than others
You’re the Mightiest Warrior
My Paris of Troy
Your love is your shield
an unbreakable sword
of tenderness that glows
Your warmth makes me hot
Your love helps me a lot
You sealed my fate
My destiny lies with you
I would have been
Nothing without you
Your grace got me covered
You are my tabernacle,
A peaceful shelter
Sanctuary with
Faith in marvel
You are the serene
Locus to live in
In your sphinxlike
Corridors I am hiding
Being loved by you
And I have all on the hook
I long needed someone devoted to God.
Not the one who has always feared God.
Not the one who never at all revered God.
But the one who is aware we are all God.
I long needed someone who lives freely,
Not the one who lives strictly hypocritically;
Not the one who lives duly apathetically,
But the one who lives wisely lovingly.
I used to not know what I felt I was missing,
I now know what I was missing is living
Alongside one I am only now remembering.
I found someone bearing my life's meaning.
I used to compromise to earn their love.
I now undo my knots for one from above.
I finally found him whom also fits my glove.
I now have a love without push and shove.
In secret, a tale unfolds
A family bound by tradition's hold
Love and loyalty, a complex test
A story of power, of family nest
A mother's stress, a daughter's fate
A union formed, a future great
Twins born, a legacy to share
A family's rise, with wealth to spare
Businesses boom, a new path's laid
For young ones growing, with futures displayed
Their story's told, in verse and line
A testament to family ties divine
Through trials and strife, they find their way
Through every step, a new day
Their bond is strong, their hearts aflame
A family's love, that knows no shame
Their legacy grows, as they take the stage
A new generation, with a story to engage
Their family's history, a tale so grand
A story woven, hand in hand
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