Chris

Chris Jun 2015

What can you do with a romantic poet ~ Dedicated to W Filament

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What can you do with a romantic poet
Flowery words he does drape
Lost in a garden of endless love poems
Seems that there is no escape

Luring you in with his lines of affection
Painting the sky tangerine
Strolling along down a path of desires
Aglow in the softest moonbeam

Writing a sunset of pure inspiration
Sharing his heart in a phrase
Singing a song with a butterfly dancing
Amidst the warmest of days

Yes, what can you do with a romantic poet
I guess you could just look inside
Open your heart for you know that you want to
No matter how much you hide

Or you could scroll down past every poem
That flows from his amorous pen
And look for another that’s more to your liking
*But beware…he is writing again

Written in response to W Filament's humorous review of my poem, "She liked picking flowers, I like growing them" and a response to another review of the same poem.
All in fun, no offense intended. :)

Chris Jun 2015

Desirable Dawn

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Silhouettes, shapes,
  clouds backlit
   by a distant sun
  rising slowly
      in the east,
   Cantaloupe swatches,
       painting introductions
    of a desirable dawn,
  drape the sky,
    illuminating my heart
       to another
          wondrous day
                *with you

Good morning Beautiful

Chris Jun 2015

Our universe

☆

She floated down
    on a shimmering
  moonbeam
       and my eyes
    saw starlight
         glowing in her
   cosmic smile
        as perfect love
       orbited my
                heart
          and the
               universe
                     *became ours

Another good night to you my love

Chris Jun 2015

Now I still walk

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I walked many pathways
for years, half a lifetime
Tired and lonely,
lost, out on my own

Searching for love,
running circular patterns
stop signs and detours,
all ending alone

Then I decided,
I needed directions
Not with a map,
no that just wouldn't do

I looked deep inside
where the answer was waiting
I followed my heart
and it led me to you

Now I still walk
but you're always beside me
holding my hand
as you show me the way

Feeling your love,
oh so long I have waited
Here in your arms
*now forever to stay

Good night beautiful

Chris Jun 2015

I failed to write

●

The sound of the rain
as it falls from the sky,
puddles the ground on this morn

I failed to write
a new poem for you,
here in the midst of the storm

I want you to know
that my thoughts are of you,
regardless of weather I find

This may be late,
but good morning my love,
*always you are on my mind

Good morning beautiful

Chris Jun 2015

The beginning and the end

♡

To some
  it may just
    be words,
  poetic thoughts
     written on a
          page,
   found within
             the imagination...

but to me
  it is a heart
    reaching out,
  in honest phrases
        penned
   by one who
         wishes he were
           in your arms
     at the beginning
   and the end
         of every
                *verse

She is my poetry in words written on my heart.