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It  pains me to  see
You in the arms of another
To see you bear happiness
in the comfort of your lover

If I could replace every moment
with a moment to be with you
Cherishing every second
A moment sweet and true

But in sorrow, they turned to memories
So Colorless and so pale
Your photograph, my only remedy
Still, my heart becomes frail

Oh, to see you again!
Immense joy it would bring.
Renewed in every moment
To each moment I would cling

But it still pains to see you
For me knowing the fact
You're still in the arms of another
With whom you made a pact

And it pains me to know
that I am a witness
of the love that was before me
and your lover's sweet caress
We joke sometimes
about falling in love,
we talk in deep detail
about our romance;
the kind of house we want,
the name of the family dog,
would we rather have boys or girls,
and we argue over who will stay home
to raise the kids, I always let you win.

We joke sometimes
about growing old together;
we talk about thinning hair,
wrinkling skin, tired eyes
and energized grand kids.
We promise to one another
that we will stay in love,
still hold hands, hug each other tightly
and kiss both daily and nightly

We joke sometimes
about a life we could be living
and I just want you to know
that I am not always kidding.
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that I fall in love daily
Held under so many captivating spells
moulded and crafted by all walks of life
I find myself longing for all of you
the broken, the fallen, the bruised
the saints, the sinners
the righteous, the dispossessed
the holy, the unholy
all meet here
to speak of life
as they feel it
as only we know it.
Onwards, upwards
Downward spirals
kindness, cruelty
crashing through boundaries
bounding across oceans
carried on wistful sighs and broken dreams
The trouble with Hello Poetry
Is that it breaks my heart
Then brings me back to love again
All within an hour.
Good love and good wine
They share the same trates
Their both so delicious
With no after taste
My life
is made up of
interesting lives.
People that seem
to always be in
motion, doing
and experiencing life
and all that it offers.
I merely sit and observe
from behind the railings,
Yearning to join in,
But having not the courage
That would be needed to
Step away from my life
Into the one I wish I had.
The good Lord
Provides a roof
Over my head,
And embraces me.

I close my eyes
And dream his
Wonderful dreams.

Ears still open to
The world's hurt—
Still listening.

Hearing the scores
Of angels, crying:
"Hallelujah, hallelujah!

There is refuge for the lost,
The blind will see again,
So get up and walk,
Get up and walk."
I wait

"Time waits for no one"

I watch

I think

I analyze
I calculate

Risk
Reward
Profit
Loss

I wait

"Time waits for no one"

These things take time
They don't happen overnight

"Time waits for no one"

*******, some things are worth waiting for
I wait

"Are you happy?"

Things could be worse

"That's not an answer"
"Are you happy"

No
It could be worse

"Life is short"
"You only get one shot"
"Time is precious"
"You're not getting any younger"

*******
I wait.  
Some things are worth waiting for

"Time waits for no one"
A conglomerate of conversation with an old friend Glenlivet, a real friend the other night, and the voices in my head.  I need to catch up with my dear friend Glenlivet more often.  A little grease for the synapses every now and then.
Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.

Stop saying
You care
Bit by bit.

Stop keeping
Me here
For tiny pieces of time.

Because I need
All of you
Not piece by piece.

I love
All of you
Not just some parts of you.

So love all of me
All the way
All the time.

Or let all of me go
All at once
For good.
2011
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