Regret
How could I be content?
I chased you,
I caught you.
Once I had you,
I left.
Do you regret the time we spent?
You were soft,
tender.
My fire grew,
I burnt you up,
Until there was nothing left I loved.
Poems on the topic: love
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New Memories
I'm slowing down my pace, for walking towards the future.
I'm trying to stand my ground but life keeps moving on.
I can't stop time.
I can't stop life.
I can't stop walking, but I can try to make the walk last.
I'm walking hand and hand with you with a smile my on face.
I'm so close to you but I feel so far from you.
I'm starting to forget you face.
I'm starting to forget your name.
I'm starting to move on.
Then suddenly I'm not holding on to your hand anymore.
I've turned one way, while you turned the other.
You're gone and I don't care.
I'm moving at my own pace trying to comprehend what's going on around me.
Then suddenly a new hand grabs mines, and we begin to walk hand and hand.
I have a new love.
Aloah is just another way to say goodbye and hello
I love you.
I look into your eyes and see the distance between us in your beautiful brown eyes.
I tell you "I love you."
And you say, "I love you too."
I ask you, "Do you want to spend the rest the rest of life with me."
You reply, "Yes you're the perfect guy for me, but I have feeling for a few other too."
I say without hesitation, "who cares I'm your boyfriend and those guys aren't its normal to feel this right?"
I wait, hoping for that day to never come.
The day when I have to say it.
F%@# you, you stupid B#$%@.
Goodbye.
Good riddance.
Sayonara.
Adios.
Aloha.
But still I know it's going to happen.
i forgot
i forgot the reasons
but i loved you once
i had pictures, didn't i?
i had messages, didn't i?
i forgot the reasons
but you loved me once
you gave me moments, didn't you?
you gave me things to forget, didn't you?
i loved all the things you gave me
i loved all the motions you gave me
i loved all the poetry we had spun on endless nights
but i forgot the reasons
i forgot what those pictures meant
what those messages read
what those stories told
what those moments meant
Morning
Each morning lately I have woke
to the sounds of birds singing.
It is a reminder than even before I wake
you are with me.
Eyes still closed I listen for your breath
in those few peaceful moments
I remember the taste of your lips
and your lingering scent on my pillow
There is no greater moment in my day
and I cling to it for every last second
until I have to open my eyes
you may not be lying next to me
But I know, that you want to be
Anticipation
of a journey made
for love is like
a slow drip of
the sweetest
Nectar,
and every detail
of preparation
partakes.
Is the actual
departure, then,
some kind
of anticlimax?
Perhaps in a way,
since imagination
is so much more intimately
part of everything we do
The only reason
I am sending this is you
keeping me up late.
REUNION from American Folk Song Suite
I waited a long time.
I came first, got a job in this hotel
down by the river. Folks stay here
before they go on the riverboats.
Mostly they’re nice people,
but things can get rough sometimes.
I’m glad I’m in the kitchen.
He said he’d come
right after he helped the parents
with the butchering and the beans,
but that time was well past,
and I hadn’t even had a letter.
“It’s a long way,” Cook kept telling me,
“a long walk. But he’ll come,
I can feel it in my bones.”
Cook caught me crying this morning
Where We’ll Live
I was tearing my life to pieces
You were sitting in the charred ruins of your house
You said: “My house is sad”
I said: “I will make my home with you”
You said: “I built you a house”
I said: “I will make it a home for us.”
Then you said: “I’m tired and cold. I’ve been teaching a long time.”
And I said: “We could move to Spain, and I will grow you oranges.”
Then you said: “I want your home to be your dream”
And I said: “We will live in Puerto Rico, and I raise our food.”
And you said: “I will write poetry in the sun, and raise orchids”
And I said: “I will kiss your head as I go to the fields and bring you dinner.”
And then one day I thought you left, orchids wilted, zoo stilled.
While You Were Out [Poem]
While you were out working,
I went to the fair.
I tried out all the rides;
I licked the ice cream.
All day I played, expecting a
Revelation of fun.
I slowly found myself wishing
I, too, was at work.
So that it wouldn’t seem
Quite so pointless.
I have more fun when I
Have you with me.
* * *
I keep searching for his touch that had my heart beat come to a stop so I try to fulfill it with the touch of others yet it does not feel the same.
* * *
Today I saw you
With a smile on you face
With happiness in your eyes
With love in your heart
I lost my hope of happiness
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