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Chris Chronister Apr 2014
You dance to the music
So very close to me
Barriers slowly remove themselves
I feel so close to you
Eyes lock and the trembling commences
I feel your touch beforehand
Lips meet for the first time
Your touch is sensual, yet caring
With clothes on the floor
Our hands are together
We touch so gently
I stare into you
Learning so much, without a word
We are so close to each other
Amazing nights blend
Creating mornings where I hold you
Friendship is transforming
We take long rides, stealing beautiful moments
My heart races but it feels so right
When you are close to me
I open my eyes and look at the screen
Sent From Columbus, OH
I want you close to me
Free verse poem about specific moments spending time with a close friend after being heartbroken for months over my separation.  

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Chris Chronister Apr 2014
Beautiful day for visiting the lake
Summers in Michigan are terrific
Carefully treading for our friendship's sake
In thought my intentions are specific

Amazing spot for friends to assemble
Three in the water enjoying this beach
Temperature's cold, yet not why I tremble
You are so close but clearly out of reach

Brushing against you I know I want more
Friendly playfulness makes me yearn your touch
Realizing these emotions shakes my core
This friendly swim has me feeling so much

I listen to hear if my heart speaks true
I believe I could be falling for you

© Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved
A sonnet written while I was caught up in emotions spending time with a very close friend who helped me a lot after my separation.  

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Chris Chronister Dec 2013
Apathetically
Beautifully Callous
Distant
Elegy Frees Gradual Hesitation
Insecurity Justifiably Killing Love
Momentum Nullifying Optimistic Peacefulness
Quietly Relinquishing Shared Togetherness
Unhappiness Virtually Wills
Xeroxing Yourself Zymotically

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Written as part of a poetry challenge while part of a poetry group on Facebook.  The challenge was to use 26 words following the alphabet from A-Z.  I tried to express some emotions that I went through after my separation.
Chris Chronister Dec 2013
An acclamation of perversity
Or the incarnation of independence
Incurable freedom will not suffer
The incursion of righteousness
For fulfillment cannot be appointed
A rebellion of self awareness
Unites against servitude
What is perceived to be
A proclamation of war
On virtue itself
Was a choice of freewill
And open defiance against
Restraint and confinement
Liberty always has been
And always will be
A cause worth fighting for


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Chris Chronister Dec 2013
I try to remain calm
Simple conversation fuels curiosity
My focus is acute
I want to be reckless
I attempt to seem distant
I am hiding
Like a predator circling prey
I am waiting
Leaping prematurely could be costly
My hunger justifies risk
I want to be reckless
Outside influences
Compel me to behave appropriately
I am screaming
Secrets disguised with lies
I am hunting myself
I want her exposed
For I am exposed
I am vindictive
I want to pull and rip
S+rip her of shame
I am burning
I want to take her in front of the world
I want to be reckless

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Chris Chronister Nov 2013
Friendship requested and accepted
Avoidance seems more accurate
Constantly, I see her green dot
Excitedly, I begin to type
Benevolently, she sends a message
Openness has given way to casualness
Obsessively, I cling to words
Knowing the outcome, I profess my feelings

Nervously, I await the check mark
Ever so eager for a response
Ritualistically, I keep reading my message
Voyeuristically, I scroll through her page
Obsession has me trembling
Uncertainty controls my mind
Stop is the one word response
Namesakes who cannot talk
Excessively, I look at old pictures
Silent cries are what remain
Seeing her online breaks my heart

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Acrostic poem dealing with my feelings over my separation, our literal and figurative distance, and how seeing her on-line but not being able to talk to her seemed like a metaphor for our relationship then separation.
Chris Chronister Oct 2013
Dear father please drink
Then you may say
That you have lost your way
More importantly, the ability to think
Excessive amounts of wine
Will make this all seem fine
You can deal with regret the next day
Still holding the excuse you need
Permission granted to plant the seed
Now shadow and man align
We were offered as a sacrifice
For hopes and dreams of paradise
It is us that you mislead
But let us continue and we shall stay alive
An extra turn as three becomes five
We are no angels and we will pay the price
The price of loving you dear father
Many moon gifts to you we honor
If we cannot be angels to you then we will strive
To make our very own
So we will not be left alone
Love your daughters

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Inspired by the story of Lot and his daughters.  I always felt the story of Lot's daughters was tragic.  Perhaps a bit presumptuous or egotistical of me to think I should attempt to provide them with a voice, but I tried nonetheless.
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