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g Aug 2017
When I am gone,
Do not be torn,
For this is what life entails,
I will not prevail.
Despite my shortcomings,
thank you for still loving.
I might no longer be here,
But I still hold you dear,

Always.
i had to write a eulogy for an assignment and the assessment descriptor said we could be as creative as we wanted (songs/poems/whatever) and this is what i came up with at 2am in the morning
all for you Aug 2017
we make plans
for forever
when i know
we won't
make it
past
tomorrow
Jellyfish Aug 2017
I'm so thankful to have such an understanding and loving character by my side.
Even when the wrath of the tides within me show, he listens and answers with healing words.
He always brings a smile to my face.
Sandoval Aug 2017
How many wars
must we fight,

to finally realize,

we were always
enough.


*Sandoval
Ronald J Chapman Aug 2017
Ever since that June morning,
When our paths crossed,
Everything in my old life changed,

My mornings became happy again,
My days grew bright,
No longer sleeping the days away without dreams,

It was as if I was reborn,
And learning to crawl once again,

Learning to write words of love to you,
I spend my days through the seasons,
Writing love songs for a dream,

Through the seasons,
The cold of winter, words to warm your heart,
The scent of flowers and birds singing in the spring, words to make you smile,
The heat of summer, words to make you feel alive looking at the night sky,
The colorful leaves of autumn, words to help harvest your dreams.

East to west the sun travels,
Knowing you are dreaming under the stars half a world away.
Knowing when you wake up living your dreams,

I fall asleep and dream,
Of you and me together,
Under a moonlit sky dancing in the soft moonlight,
Makes me feel alive.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Soundcloud poetry reading
​​​​​​https://soundcloud.com/ron-chapman-3/words-through-the-seasons
Idiosyncrasy Aug 2017
Now there is only
one thing left to say
I love you
Always
That is not a metaphor.
We writers have a way of expressing our love in ways that sometimes people do not understand. We try to cover our love with sweet words like everyone's favorite chocolate or sparkles brighter than the diamonds on fingers. Then, there is pain too. Sometimes our words are sadder than we are. Sometimes they cannot even contain the intensity of what we feel. In the end, what we really want to offer is our love.

I plan to make this the ending of a long poem but I have not written anything more yet so this is all there is for now.
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