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50/M/Here, There, Everywhere
I’m not a poet, but I like to write. Please be kind and polite, or brutally honest, I accept either.
Poems
Evergreen Pines Feb 2014
If Love WAS a machine
Evergreen Pines
Feb 2014
Wires plastic circuits and metal
Makes sense, they're components of machines.
Hugs, kisses, and hand holding
What the fluorine are those?
Displays of affection for the ones you love
What is this love you speak of?
It is an emotion, a feeling you have.
It's what separates us from machines.
It is what I don't fully understand!
You cannot describe a feeling, it's not a theory or fact.
It is too complex to understand
Think of it as a machine and you'll-
If love was a machine I'd have a full understanding of it!
No! Love is nothing like a machine.
A feeling can not follow laws.
A feeling can not have limitations.
A feeling can not be compared to machines!
Love is nothing like a machine
Love can never be a machine!
Love is a feeling and feelings are complex.
The heart is a machine and machines are simple.
If love was a machine I'd open it up and see how it works.
If love was a machine I'd fix what's gone a mess.
If love was a machine it'll run smoothly.
If love was a machine I'd know what's true and what's false.
If love was a machine... I'd understand everything involving it.
But love is not a machine!
It'll never be a machine!
And I'll never understand it all.
But don't you wish love was a machine?
Then you'd understand it.
You would know it.
You could learn-
I could reverse engineer it
I could see how it works.
How it starts, how it stops
How to notice it, how to find it
If love was a machine I could do it all.
If love was a machine-
-You'd know when you have it
You'd know all the people you love
And all that love you*
If love was a machine, I'd understand it,
at least, a bit more.
Makes sense, they're components of machines.
Hugs, kisses, and hand holding
What the fluorine are those?
Displays of affection for the ones you love
What is this love you speak of?
It is an emotion, a feeling you have.
It's what separates us from machines.
It is what I don't fully understand!
You cannot describe a feeling, it's not a theory or fact.
It is too complex to understand
Think of it as a machine and you'll-
If love was a machine I'd have a full understanding of it!
No! Love is nothing like a machine.
A feeling can not follow laws.
A feeling can not have limitations.
A feeling can not be compared to machines!
Love is nothing like a machine
Love can never be a machine!
Love is a feeling and feelings are complex.
The heart is a machine and machines are simple.
If love was a machine I'd open it up and see how it works.
If love was a machine I'd fix what's gone a mess.
If love was a machine it'll run smoothly.
If love was a machine I'd know what's true and what's false.
If love was a machine... I'd understand everything involving it.
But love is not a machine!
It'll never be a machine!
And I'll never understand it all.
But don't you wish love was a machine?
Then you'd understand it.
You would know it.
You could learn-
I could reverse engineer it
I could see how it works.
How it starts, how it stops
How to notice it, how to find it
If love was a machine I could do it all.
If love was a machine-
-You'd know when you have it
You'd know all the people you love
And all that love you*
If love was a machine, I'd understand it,
at least, a bit more.
this poem sad and true.
Tabitha
Sep 2013
Oh Coffee Machine! My Coffee Machine! You've finally finished my drink!
For every morning you brew me one -I place my mug in the kitchen sink,
Every drop of your goodness; topped with whip cream; finished just in time,
The things you make, lattes, coffee, are absolutely divine,
Just as I was about to fill and pour the once empty mug,
almost as empty as i'm feeling; there's still that leftover bit of hope,
But wait, Can it be? My old trustee machine?
It mustn't be the end of my coffee machine peering near,
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
My Coffee Machine! Dear Coffee Machine,
The hiss of steamed milk, cream and roasted coffee beans,
The wisps of steam lingering in the air as you make my coffee,
Dripping ever so slowly in my cup -Coffee that's dark, bitter and black as night,
Early in the morning before breakfast; before I take a bite,
This half-full cup of coffee won't do me good for the day,
Without you I think that the morning skies themselves will be grey,
But wait, My dear coffee machine!
I keep pressing the button clear
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
Waking up with no cup of coffee, ask not what the future may bring,
Without the energy, I don't know whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring,
Everyday I now wake to breathe deeply the aroma of life's bel-fry,
For if I ever smell the subtle hint of coffee in the air, I let out a sigh.
Oh Coffee Machine! Dear Coffee Machine,
You've been here for so many years,
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
For every morning you brew me one -I place my mug in the kitchen sink,
Every drop of your goodness; topped with whip cream; finished just in time,
The things you make, lattes, coffee, are absolutely divine,
Just as I was about to fill and pour the once empty mug,
almost as empty as i'm feeling; there's still that leftover bit of hope,
But wait, Can it be? My old trustee machine?
It mustn't be the end of my coffee machine peering near,
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
My Coffee Machine! Dear Coffee Machine,
The hiss of steamed milk, cream and roasted coffee beans,
The wisps of steam lingering in the air as you make my coffee,
Dripping ever so slowly in my cup -Coffee that's dark, bitter and black as night,
Early in the morning before breakfast; before I take a bite,
This half-full cup of coffee won't do me good for the day,
Without you I think that the morning skies themselves will be grey,
But wait, My dear coffee machine!
I keep pressing the button clear
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.
Waking up with no cup of coffee, ask not what the future may bring,
Without the energy, I don't know whether sorrow shall reign or happiness ring,
Everyday I now wake to breathe deeply the aroma of life's bel-fry,
For if I ever smell the subtle hint of coffee in the air, I let out a sigh.
Oh Coffee Machine! Dear Coffee Machine,
You've been here for so many years,
It can't be the end of my morning routine,
For all I hear are crashes; unfamiliar to my ear.