Poetry Blogs (Nov 2019, Love)
Death of a friend
Ray Ray, my man Ray
My ray of light at the dawn of my darkest day
Ray Ray, so what a day
A gang of friends but you’re not here to play
Happy stories told, from young and old
By friends across your years
But all I could hear was your own chuckling voice
Telling those stories, that warmed our tears
We met in peril at the end of the road
And formed a fe...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 8:32 am
The Final Kiss
The final kiss
Of a love that won’t be
The final kiss
Of a love that can’t be
The pain of knowing, we’re at the end
The pain of knowing, it had to end
But, the love's still there
Still pouring through
A long slow kiss to the very end
Eyes locked close, as we slowly part
Hearts jumping as we gasp apart
I will always love you, we together say
Wednesday 27th November 2019 8:25 am
Prevented, unplanned, unknown.
4 years later.
3 years old, I can’t imagine,
what it would be like.
I thought it was.
you can love and let go.
For a reason, everything happens, they say.
Believed, I believe it.
You were a lesson.
I would not be who,
Tuesday 26th November 2019 6:48 pm
Makes us write poems and sculpt marble though inner strength
Makes us knee bend
Makes us difficult to reply to that work email
Because the mind is not free, it is in jail
That jail is a rose prison, with red flowers and hitting thorns
And you received both the keys and the warns
But still, that’s where you want to be.
Tuesday 26th November 2019 3:12 pm
"I've never had to deal with someone like you," he said.
Deal. As if I'm another hand that is being shuffled.
I've been shuffled. The card with the crease. You know exactly which one. You pretend like you can't see it, so you keep on playin' it.
Do you benefit from continuing to use me? Not all the time. But when you need me? There it is.
When you don't need me? Just anothe...
Tuesday 26th November 2019 6:26 am
Love isn't as romantic as they paint it to be.
It was not a magical premonition knowing who I'd marry someday.
It was getting to know you and deciding that on my own terms.
It was not blazing fire and passion.
It was a gentle touch,
An easy way of coming into my life.
Like sunshine in the morning,
slowly illuminating everything on its path.
Thursday 21st November 2019 10:34 pm
God bless the good days.
Days a smile is no stranger to your face.
Days your favorite songs play, and you sing along.
Days faith is restored in humanity.
Days sunshine and fresh air makes life seem fair.
Days you feel the gentle touch of love.
Good days will see you through tough days,
bitter days that never seem to end,
days you have no friends,
Monday 18th November 2019 1:15 am
You left me
half-full plant pot ashtrays, old mugs of midnight teas, a jacket you spent too much on, the dregs from cheap red wine, rolled up train tickets, desecrated baggies,
and a dent on your side of the bed.
Tuesday 12th November 2019 11:00 pm
I might like you
I think to myself on late night lonely trains
Watching the city lights fade into the distance and wishing
If only you were here to see it, too
There are worse people to adore than your best friend
Worse people to know everything about you
and you of them
I know you
Moments you regret
Private jokes and unspoken secrets
Tuesday 12th November 2019 8:40 am
You ask if I'm okay,
because I am
I'm just trying to keep memories
behind the flood gates
so they don't sweep me away
to a dark place.
Thank you for being my escape,
a bright light,
my way home,
Your love helps ease the pain.
I don't mean to push you away.
There are so many things I want to say,
but I must go, feed Jake.
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:45 pm
life is a sink full
of dirty dishes
waiting to be
love on a plate.
Thursday 7th November 2019 11:58 am
I wish I could
turn back the clock
rewind the time
not think too much
live in the moment and
let the rest
fall into place.
Turn back time,
dance all night
under the starry lights
and pour my heart out.
Instead of turning my back
to destiny.. and you.
Wednesday 6th November 2019 3:15 pm
Poetry is my
drug of choice,
rays of sunshine.
on lonely nights,
my lost lover
in my ear,
birds in flight,
Sunday 3rd November 2019 12:39 pm
The dawn is breaking,
no sense you're making
leaving me, although
better off I will be.
No one will ever
satisfy you, until
your heart bleeds through
the tough exterior
that makes everyone inferior
to the image you see
in the mirror.
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Saturday 2nd November 2019 12:50 pm