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 Dec 2016 True Passion
elizabeth
Hearing words of kindness
From a stranger, a new friend,
(Or anyone for that matter)
Is a rarity these days.
I only bring pain
And disappointment,
Or at least, it seems that way.
But to hear sweet, beautiful words
From a newfound friend
It makes my heart flutter
And fills my somber mind
With joyful, blissful thoughts.
December 23, 2016.
To my newfound friend. May your days be as lovely as your words and writings.
The cloth I gave it as cover for chill
is lying still.

Christmas eve was its last night.

Not that I knew
when picked it up
and gave it back
to the cold night.

I'm still holding it
heavy and invisible
on my heart
as my eyes repeat the scene
of crows pecking out its eyes
the head rolling on the earth
eyes closed.

I close my eyes
scared life could be so thin a thread
barely holding
and incredibly uncertain.
I am sad beyond words, my kitten Laloo died mysteriously sometime last night. I'm sorry if it spoils your joy of Christmas.
p.s. thanks friends, you really helped me to bear, grateful to you all.
As the lighthouse
watches over ships by night
I'm charges with your
protection as you grow
You look to me for guidance
and security as I seek to
impart my knowledge so
you become your best you
You entered this world
to be a Beacon of Right
for all to see you shine
as you lead, love and learn
My faith in you is without
question unwavering as you
walk the path ordered by
your heavenly Father.
For Trey to always remember who you are and who's you are.  Love you.
Time with you is endless
never ceasing in joyous bliss

Shared common bonds knot
our laces inseparably together

I see you as I peer deep into
generous heart and slowly melt

Your response to my touch
exposes me and all my emotions

Eyes closed and inhibitions lost
nothing is off limits with our love

Ever mindful of your presence
Watching You Go is painful

Sadden in spirit, my soul cries
out to return to your open arms.
For V.
 Dec 2016 True Passion
Opener
My dear
what are you doing?

If I were young and romantic
I would stay,
wondering what changed
and searching my soul for my errors

and you would write poems
about how we "grew apart"
and about how I never "got" you

But I am not young
and probably not romantic

So instead you will write poems
about how unfair it was for me to leave
and about how I was the only one who ever "got" you

You leave me no other choice
because in your mind
"we" have already become a memory

And reality could never compete.
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