"goodmornings" poems
the hands I held that give me warmth became cold
the lips I pressed in mine that used to be sweet felt numb
the arms that used to be my home is now shattered
and the hugs that made me secured felt chaos
goodnights meant goodbyes
goodmornings felt so sad
conversations became stale
and "I love you" meant no longer love
and that was the moment I knew
I lost you
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
The air smells good
I'm getting misted on from my window
It's goodmornings like these that I truly enjoy
That I am so grateful for
The drops are falling so loudly onto the blacktops and power lines
Down the trunks of trees and windows
Serenity
Unfinished poem.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
A hundred goodmornings
The servants smile at my running through the halls
The sun of the blue eyed king
The sun of the pale skinned king
Sun and stained glass
Velvet and satin
Running and playing
I love the gardens
The trees and the flowers
Are my favorite friends
Children play tag with me
In the mid-morning rain
Drinking cool water
From silver goblets
And eating the fruit from tall golden trees
Climbing and dancing the day is everlasting
Fearing for nothing
So we grew so tired
And lie in the shade
The look of the clouds
Ivory ships on the sea
The smell of the grass
Twisting our minds
So we lie and we listen to birds
And their chorus
As the sun goes down orange in the east
We take off our shoes
When they call for the feasting
Where father sits strong at the head of the table
And the minstrels and bards come
Singing us fables
With strong wine in our bellies
We laugh and we cry
Long songs of sea
And one of two lovers
A ballad of hunters
A song about kings
Princes and Lions
Winter and summer
My favorite song went
*"La, la la la were two young children
Riding on elephants
La, la la la
Love like a mountain
La, la, la, la
Love like an ocean
La, la, la, your name on my tongue"*
I cried and I whistled along with the people
The candles made shadows dance on the wall
Jesters came dancing and twirled on the table
As my belly grew thicker and thicker with wine
And I could have got up
Walked down to the village
And found you asleep on a soft feather bed
Yet I drink and I drink until my mind starts spinning
Talking and walking the world never stops
When the wizard came in and spoke of the great stars
Telling us stories of dragons and heroes
Telling us stories of dungeons and meadows
Telling us stories of a lone maidens tears
And I thought of you
I could have just got up
Leaving the feast to look for your eyes
I would have find you out in the garden
Lying under the trees where I like to rest
We could have looked at the stars
Until I stopped spinning
That's all that I thought before I fell asleep
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
Your goodmornings and goodnights
make my day
You are so special to me
Never gotten tired at me
*You are the sun,the moon and stars
of my heart*
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
Would you love me in a hundred ways?
In goodmornings and goodnights,
Flowers and falling ill,
together on the couch with an Xbox
And a box of Kleenex between-
Would you love me in words unsaid,
Good deeds unseen and bouts of malicious intent
forgiven. IF I could be forgiven. That you would forgive me
In each of these hundred ways you love me
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
No goodmornings, goodbyes for yesterday.
Thanks mom & dad, hope you enjoy your day.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC