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death of a poet,
in retrospect
it starts out
ever so gradually,
ink dries up
without warning,
and veins purged
of blood, are now empty
chambers of depleted poetry
I feel like we finally started seeing each other
last night when our hands were together
your words were soft
mine, understanding
working toward a life of forever
Who knew love could be this hard?
Back in the 90's
when the net was young
words were our life
like your name on my tongue
We grew closer and intimate
without the feeling of skin
We opened our hearts wide
and accepted the other within
As the years flew by
and distance reigned
life drove us apart
as though fate were feigned
But, together at last
through a fateful verse
I reached out and you answered
dispelling our curse
Now, a few years later
we fight hardest for our love
learning to embrace
when our instincts are to shove
I know we'll make it together
My faith is greater than the Pope's
We have the rest of our lives together
sharing passions & play, hearts & hopes
Symbolizing my commitment and desire
I've given you the hardest stone
You gave me in return
your heart and body to own

030415 ~ 12p
Sometimes true love isn't enough. Sometimes you have to work really hard to change yourself into the person you need to be that allows a relationship to flourish. Always you need hope and endurance to make it through. Recalling an amazing history that's torn my love from me and reunited us, again, many years later. We met on the internet when it was only text and we wrote poetry together, had long (expensive) talks on the phone and we grew to love each other from the inside out. Distance overwhelmed with a country between us and we grew apart. I measured every love after that by what we had and no one could ever live up to what I needed. Over ten years later, a poem rocks my day & forces it's way out through my heart. I sent it to her out of the blue and she responded, still missing me. We moved to the same town and fell back in love, determined to make it last for the rest of our lives.
I reminisce on memories
of before we ever touched
Cherishing what had yet to happen
Already missing you so much
                          -Tue
Digital communication
and lifelines of long distance
shaped our love's acclimation
to suffer with our persistence
                          -Wed
A decade passed...
and then another half
just faded away
without seeing your face.
What a ******* waste.
                          -Thu
But now we have forever
because whereever
is now in my arms
And no matter how hard I love you
You still soften to my charms
                          -Fri 13, March 2015
Just trying something different. My style seems to vary depending on mood & inspiration, so I spread it out to try and capture the different feelings I had throughout the two decades of meeting, falling, loving, degrees of separation & loss, longing, hope & reuniting with the one I truly love.
I've longed for you
for so many years
so many smiles
so many tears.
It's hard to believe
that when I go home
in the early eve
I won't be alone
I'll have you with me.

Cherishing these moments
like a dream come true
savoring every second
knowing we'll make it through
Beyond the struggles
of personality types
Learning to slow down
when we once would fight

Declaring to the world
that you are my Queen
no matter the reality
you're always my dream
Staring at your face
and touching your cheek
Here in this place
our love is so sweet

Never again,
my flower,
will I want another.
You're the petals, I'm the stem;
I support and you cover.
My strength and your beauty.
Protecting you and our love:
my dedication and duty
while the stars are above.

I love you...
as I was destined to.


031615~9.19a
Lost in songs of love and loss
reminding me of all I own
A love that's mine until the end of time
A heart held open so all is known
I cherish this hope that's placed in us
a faith in love and all I trust
I love the way you love me too
I believe there's nothing we can't get through

010614 ~ 8.17a
E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962)

my love
thy hair is one kingdom
the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense

E. E. Cummings (1894 - 1962)
One of my fav poems & poets.
Always wanting
your sweet caress
Like a little kid
stealing under your dress
Fascinated and hungry, still
There'll never be a time
when I've had my fill
You're all I want
and I always want you
Every way I can imagine
Is everything I want to do

081213 ~ 10.18a
"Morning Prayers" was a daily writing exercise I undertook for a few years where I would write first thing in the morning, unfiltered, barely edited. Almost all were to my love.
There's more to life than work and heat
like tasting the way our lips softly meet
Desire rising like summer degrees
Can't wait to be between your knees
Patient and focused within a heat wave
Knowing you are all that I could possibly crave
Tasting your lips briefly, sweet yesterday
Driving me crazy to have my way
But I wait for cooler temps in store
It won't be long, just a few days more
God, I ******* love you like I've never dreamed
I feel like a fallen angel, finally redeemed.

070213 ~9.21a
This morning when I woke
I didn't wanna let you go
my hands cried for your skin
My eyes soaked up your view
Gentle caress
An undisturbed slumber
settling back in to sleep with you

070113 ~ 5.4p
Calling in late never felt so good.
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