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Fox Friend Apr 2018
Before you call me patient, maybe step in a little closer;
continue your inspection.
What you'll find is this: my tolerance stems more from letting people trample over me
than from any conscious effort to be kind,
so take caution.
You've become so casual in your continuous disrespect; it's building a
fire of aggravation.
I didn't love myself and I didn't believe I deserved to,
but I'm learning - and I still have a tremendous distance to go - that I am worth much more than
my previous prediction.
Moving on from you seems so foreign. Your loss would be the weirdest mixture;
an excited lamentation.
All I hope is that you benefitted from my so-called patience
and that the world I showed you was a step up from reality - almost like a
temporary life promotion.
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Aquatic


Love is patience.
Love is virtue.
Love is the first dance,
Or my love is not for you.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The sun sets,
But I lay awake,
Thinking about the last few days...
I wonder what it means?
Is it all in my head?

Replaying our conversations,
Thinking about your smile.
So many questions,
Not enough answers.

I wait for tomorrow,
Hoping to see you soon.
Waiting for another chance,
To be besides you.

The simple things you do
Mean the world to me.
Most people would overlook them,
But not me.

Hopefully you'll notice,
See how similar we are.
Notice our connection,
And give it a try.

Stop being oblivious,
Realize the signs...
I know you feel it too,
You don't need to compromise.

We can talk for hours,
From the simple to complex.
We don't have to do anything,
And be together all night.

You're so confusing,
Give me a sign.
Tell me there's something ..
Or if im waisting my time...
What is it between us?
Is there a spark we don't see?
Can it really be there if
Neither one of us wants to see?
When I look at you
I see nothing but star,
And endless possibilities.

Your smile brings me joy
Your presence makes me happy,
All I want to do is be near you

Can it be love?
Something so simple as this
Is it really this easy
To feel for something this way?
Being around yo makes my heart happy,
Skipping an extra beat as I dream about you.

I want to see where this goes,
Why don't you just tell me how you feel?
Are we on the same page?
Do you think about me,
Even on the coldest of nights?
Do you wish you  were with me,
When times get rough?

I want nothing more,
Than to be in your arms,
Take in your scent,
And feel your heart.

One day I hope you tell me how you feel.
Just don't take too long...
I'll wait if I have to,
It'll teach me patience...
By remember I can't wait forever
You are what I want,
But I hope I am for you

Someday soon... Someday maybe,
You'll build up the courage,
And just tell me
Desmond the poet Apr 2018
Impatient, once we were.
Patience suited the only option we had.
To wait for God’s precious gift.
Patiently we wait for her birth date.
We patiently waited to know her gender.

Seconds turned to minutes.
Minutes turned to hours.
Hours turned to weeks.
Weeks turned to months.
For nine months we waited.
29th January 2012, we got our treasure.

The waiting is but not over.
Now we wait to see her growth.
We patiently wait to see her teen years.
What kind of parent will she be?
Will God’s grace and patience lead us to her grandparenthood?
This poem is dedicated to my six year old daughter.
Tyler Matthew Apr 2018
A bell screams through your mind.
You know now to keep quiet
when the passion is at his tongue.
When his cheeks are trembling
like the hand at your side,
you know to lower your eyes
and speak kind and care.

You know what to expect
and you mark it in your mind.
When dusk makes mirrors out of windows,
you know not to look long at what's behind.
You know to walk right by.

You know it like you know yourself.
You smile like you do,
falling in line to the purpose he’s drawn for you.
He brings you to your feet,
your eyes fixed on the floor.
You know what love endures.
Özcan Sh Apr 2018
A boy who never looks after himself
He has a very big heart and patience
He did not care if he was beaten, insulted or bleeding to death
He had only one fear in his life
It was not dead
No....
His fear was to see a tear fall from her eye.
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