The First Guy
There's always the first guy,
They're the first try,
At love,
But then they're the first lie,
And after that comes the first goodbye,
And don't forget the broken heart,
Poems on the topic: love
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I'm a day dreamer,
My heads in the clouds,
But when I fall down,
Won't you be my solid ground,
I tend to block people out,
I'm hard to reach,
So when I put up another wall,
Just break them all,
I find it hard to laugh,
I'm not easy to crack,
But when you can tell it's been awhile,
Do anything to make me smile,
Many have tried,
Many have failed,
I'm hard to love,
Becasue you have to do all of the above,
Can I Ask You Something
Can I ask you something,
If I'm louder,
Would you hear me,
And not ignore me,
Pay attention, and listen
If I pretend to be someone I'm not,
Will you notice me,
And look at me,
Instead of through me
If I'm bolder,
Will you see me,
Not someone battered and bruised
Just me as I really am,
If I am me,
Will you love me,
The Lesser
He’s worse than a placebo
genetically enhanced to
make my heart race,
make adrenalin rush;
engrave feelings so
Raw
I can’t breathe.
In one slight stroke
all privy revealed
all truths
Known.
And I love it.
In one heart-wrenching movement
exhilaration overtakes all feeling.
The air would feel stuffy,
entwined in soft threads of intensity,
Killing Me!
I was your cure,
But you were my disease.
I was saving you,
But you were killing me.
Adieu
Let us then, do not lie
Though we lie next to each.
Let us then, do not touch
If our hearts so belie.
Let us then, do not kiss
Bereft of warmth are our lips.
Let not our eyes look at us
Blinds are drawn, the windows dark.
Let us then, do not let love
Fall into a habit like brushing the teeth.
Scatter the past to the rising wind
Like leaves fluttering in the Fall.
Let us then, not pretend to love
No reprimand for not being in love.
Life is a journey not bound on leash,
Let us, my love, now let us leave.
Sancho
Head bowed, tail lowered
He slinks, dejected
He moves, turns around
Round and round
As he settles down in his space.
I am leaving for office.
Sancho looks at me, unsmiling
I cannot fathom his expression
But I know his sorrow at my leaving
I cannot look him in the eye, I cannot bear to.
In the evening, I rush back home
To see him, craning his neck
For a glimpse
Waiting, beyond the grilled gate
Anxious, excited, tail wagging
Vigorously.
Friend
Did you notice how, suddenly
My voice thickened with pleasure?
My eyes softened with happiness?
My words brimmed with pride
My eyes shone with love -
As you crossed the threshold
I pointed at you and said -
“That’s my friend”!
Lessons in Love
It ain’t easy to write about love,
The blind can see better than I.
The deaf has ears sharper than mine,
The dumb has voice sweeter than mine.
What do I feel, what do I sense
I do not know what is love.
Is it sorrow, is it joy,
Is it the lust betwixt my legs?
I listen to songs, if I feel the same
I like the lines, nothing more.
I read the books, stare at the words,
Aay bee cee dee, eee eff gee.
Weary from travel, home am bound
Opens the gate- then hears the bark.
A blur of a dog leaps at me
I can’t see, for he licks my eyes.
When you left…
I will ne’er blame thee-
You’ve every right
To love or thwart –
But I wish –
When you left-
You could’ve left-
A little of me!
Cheater
I stayed until I noticed her lipstick on your collar.
Sleeping
I should be sleeping
But I'm up thinking about you.
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