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Vic Dec 2019
Your eyes are filled with heaven
Overthrown by hell
But with every 'I love you'
And every little victory
Hell dissolves a bit
For the past three months
I've been a close whitness of this journey
It was magic
Your eyes became a little clearer every day
They're still a little cloudy,
But beautiful
Your eyes sparkle like some starry night upon a river filled with moonlight like in all sappy love stories
You silence me every time
You are my Romeo
But with you I don't mind being Juliet
Let's leave this place and never come back
Weeks, months have passed
With you being mine
Yet I still can't describe how lucky I am
Romeo and Juliet ran away together, just to love
Which is a good reason for me though
But why don't we bend the rules a little?
And be Romeo and Romeo?
What do you say?
Happy three months mon amour. Can't wait for the next three. I love you bub.
Jim Davis Dec 2019
Most beautiful...
at the vows...
then again...
at 50 years!
I’m at 33 years... 17 years to go!  There is a joke - Joe is crying in the corner at his 50 yr wedding anniversary... his best friend asks... “Joe why you crying? This is a beautiful day!” Joe says...” “Her Dad said I either had to marry her or go to jail for 50 years... I’m crying cause I coulda been a free man today!”
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
Sixty-three...
Sixty three days
you went missing.

Nine...
Nine weeks
a candle burned in your window.

The same window
you were taken from.

Petaluma, outraged and determined,
became a colony of ants.

Ground searches to mass mailings,
they never gave up hope
and soldiered on.

In a high-tech dragnet
you became the first internet child.

Your anxious mother
fretted over every detail
concerning you:

"I have a daughter out there--without shoes."

You would always be your parents
beloved little girl.

You were laid to rest
the day after the butterflies flew away,
migrating to a warmer climate
where they could play in safety

--the life we wish for all children.

Twenty-five...
Twenty-five years ago
you went away.

A remembrance
that is felt everyday.
For Polly Klaas (1981 - 1993)
Robby Nov 2019
I’m choosing our love
It’s not easy

My heart hurts like hell
It beats like thunder

I don’t know how we got so broken
Years of not giving enough

I’m sorry for all the parts I played
I hope we can fix this
Francie Lynch Nov 2019
You’ve had fifty fantastic years,
Many were there but now not here.
And many are here
That were not there.
That’s how life unfurls over fifty years.

Let’s celebrate these decades
Of devotion to one another;
For around us we have familiar faces,
A family of sisters and brothers,
Aunts, Uncles, Fathers and Mothers;
Grandas, Nanas, Papas and Grams,
Daughters, sons, nieces and nephews,
Granddaughters and grandsons,
Cousins, in-laws, and step-laws too.

We are family.

A tribe that began with the original six,
Then Danny met Maura to add to the mix
With Colleen and Sean our clan's enhanced,
And since many more are heaven sent.

So let me end with a toast and a wish,
That we continue to multiply
Like the loaves and the fish.
On the occasion of my sister's fiftieth wedding anniversary.
Amaris Nov 2019
I count one, two, three and I can't believe
We've made it this far; still such a dream
Somehow, you treat me like a queen
Look, my love, at what we've achieved:
Moments together we can treasure
Conversations I'll always remember
All of the love and all of the laughter
The closest I've been to "happily ever after"
Mark Toney Oct 2019
Love's cornerstone set
Forty-five years together
Dear wife of my youth
Our sons, their wives, our lives full
May love's embrace continue...

          ~ to the moon and back ~
7/14/2018 - Poetry form: Tanka (plus a celestial reference) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Vic Oct 2019
So that was a month already, huh?
A month of just being able to love you.
A month of being able to stare into those perfect eyes,
that are filled with love and sparkle blue.

So it's been a month, it sounds so long.
It really does feel like forever.
Yet I still remember it like yesterday.
I didn't know your pronouns, thinking "If only I could have her."

A month is a long time when you love someone,
And I'm really thankful I spent that month loving you every day.
Because now I don't have to worry anymore,
If I lose you, or if you'll stay.

It still feels like we got together moments ago,
And it feels like it's been like this all along.
And for the first time in a long while,
I feel like this won't end in wrong.

I love you, and I can't say anything else, but thank you.
Thank you, for loving me too.
:)
Happy anniversary mon amour.
lins Oct 2019
8 months   in a blink of an eye
8 months   of our life gone by

8 months   of love like no other
8 months   being here for one another

1 year         getting to know your heart
1 year         never wanting to be apart

8 months   me and you together
8 months   leading us to forever
you are my whole heart

19/9/19
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