#thepoettree
You have reason to be a non-believer, you have reason to not care.
You've had people take you to the ends of love and leave you right there.
It is in bold pursuit of what is rare,
That a journey would seem most unfair,
Paved in stories of despair-
A path extending nowhere.
If affection was a dragon you've cautiously approached its lair,
Watched it in slumber & patiently lain your snare.
You have woken it accidentally to be caught in a merciless glare,
And avoided scorching burn as its wide nostrils would flare.
To move forward in such hunt no girl should dare,
Triumph in love needs a woman to tame beast as she would oft tame her hair.
Many a man searching for love remain rooted to chair,
But with boundless confidence you seek the Heart's Throne as its heir.
And no matter how thick a robe its crown shall wear,
Abreast your fierce aura even dragon hide will tear.
It is along my own story that I find yours and wish to share,
A tale of two beings in forced singularity but thinking in pair.
...A lost soul hears the approach of another as it disturbs his air,
Burning his eyes, a mother of dragons seeks love & climbs her final stair.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Before bed I whispered to myself the story...
Of the first time we shared, "I love you's."
I lay awake that night, I'm sorry,
Like a child who got new shoes.
Keeping this pair clean was really no worry,
Despite the many uses they'd accrue.
For each time I slipped into an I love you,
I walked away feeling more new.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
If lacking warmth, then one find fire,
If dreaming of sleep, then one retire.
If my eyes seek another's gaze to pursue,
Then life has ruled my search is for you.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
At each calm after storm…
Rainwater turns to vapour in no particular order,
Mixing moisture, forming cloud, to wash the earth in new vigour.
And so alike,
My mind drinks the memories reined by thee,
And at night they turn to dream clouds atop my sleep,
Watching, that I rise each morning a new you mixed with me.
I shower myself each and every day until next to dawn
Then lay by you turning vapour to your soft speech and yawns.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
it is no coincidence
that dying is to studying
as backward love is to revolution
it is in small paradoxes
that life calls to us from a distance
like trickling rivulets of a raging ocean
whose sound is truly realized when one peers over its cliff...
loud and unyielding, it cannot be studied in parts for its current wears on as if invisible to parched eyes all too lost it its roars of rapids or raptly intent on sitting still in meditation
and at height, away, we stand
our ears perked toward the truth
gentle mist settling like stars against our faces and hair
whispering
that life is jumping off a cliff and it will always move on
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Wake up
So that I can miss you and you will know.
Wake up
That you can rise gently as morning's glow.
Wake up
To the chatter of our window with winter's blow.
Wake up
As if the time we were late to an evening horror show.
Stay awake,
And we may return to keep company on my pillow.
Just wake already!
The world without you is quickly becoming slow;
Things we wrote on our arms to do as they grow old.
Let's walk, and talk of stories heard now by my shadow.
I've a larger stone than what you're hidden below
I'll bring it with... we'll have breakfast tomorrow.
Wake up, okay?
So that I can miss you and you will know.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Young, slender, soft and small,
Twigs stretching from thy palm,
Rings of shining dew at morning’s call
Clashing beautifully against my arm.
An ode to the thin spindles of affection
Tightly tangling around my heart’s string,
Sharply strummed with sleepy, dainty precision
Playing a song that only dreams could once sing.
A medley of feelings: peaking elation
And troughs deep enough for hot brews,
Between branches and amidst conversation
It seems my mind and heart can find truce.
It is said flowers that bloom tears to eye
Should be left to grow as beauty unpicked,
I must agree to admire and assure I am nearby,
To offer my service to such that has me rooted, fixed.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC