The day is gray, my mood is bright. The air is cold but I’ve seen the light. My darling slumbers, cozy and warm. Together we’re safe, surviving the storm. ~ With a kiss she’ll awake from a dream. Our eyes meet and our faces will beam. The hugging continues meshed as one. Another day for us has now begun. ~ Time will pass, eventually we’ll rise. The future’s now clear in our loving eyes. The dreams of day become the dreams of night. Our tomorrows the same and that’s all right.
I’ve had my fill, now I get cake. And a warm embrace when I awake. I’ll have a dozen kisses, oh so sweet. Or maybe thirteen for a bakers’ treat. ~ The frosting I’ll save until the end. And I’ll share it all with my best friend. We’ll enjoy it fresh and then make more. Forever nourished, that’s what love’s for.
My mind is still, I know not why. My eyes are open, I see the sky. My ears are working, I hear the birds. My mouth hangs open, but no words. ~ My hand fidgets with paper and pen. Something will happen, but I know not when. Perhaps some time is what I need. And when it’s done more ink I’ll bleed. ~ But till then I will pursue, all the feelings, but the blue. I’ll live my life and I’ll dream. I’ll have adventures, but none extreme. ~ Memories I’ll draw on a canvas bright, stars will guide in the dark of night. And when my thoughts again do flow, it’s harmony I feel this I know.
I woke today to another blank page, options limitless within its cage. Alarms can’t jar when life is free. And if words don’t flow, that’s on me. ~ Though this day’s cold and wet, it’s sunny somewhere, this I’d bet. But I’m not there and that’s my choice. T’is where I sit I find my voice. ~ Close your eyes and the lights go out. Close your mind and life’s in doubt. In our heads is where we live. Excuses none when none to give. ~ And time it seems has a friend, when time it seems, has no end. When procrastination‘s in the past. And nothing ever goes too fast. ~ But time does end and we’re still friends, besties or maybes’ just depends. So warmth I’ll share this winters’ day. The warmth felt is for you to say. ~ And when you awake from tonight’s dreams, It’ll be yesterday, or so it seems. Then smile at all you may have missed. And share more magic with those you’ve kissed. ~ You won’t recall this subliminal mess, but you’ll dream and that’s no guess. So goodnight for now, I’ll see you then, when the world’s in order, not if but when.
I could write another love poem, but all the words I’ve used. Maybe a poem of friendship and intimacy, or perhaps how two souls fused. ~ I might write about a sunset, or maybe the new days’ dawn. I could weave a tale of unicorns, since it’s fantasy I’m drawn. ~ I could share more about my dreams, as it is a third of my time. But I’m sure I’ll write more love poems, she being my most passionate rhyme.
The abyss I’ve seen and won’t forget. The bottom drawn, reaper met. I’ve dwelled in its periphery. The journey back now history. ~ Having seen the light through the fire, my heart’s warmed with burning desire. Color’s now melted my blues away, with the frigid thoughts of tomorrows gray. ~ Though damage done with scars that shape, healing’s begun but wounds still gape. So F-off Devil I ain’t yours yet. The abyss you’ve shown. Now it’s love I get.
Days pass without a thought. Life flows, words are naught. Fantasy’s forged, reality wrought. Patience builds, time has taught. ~ The future is the past brought. The present is where caught. Work consumes, hurdle fraught. Solace earned, never bought. ~ Joy is when not distraught. Dreams fought, wishes besought. Love defined by what is sought. Success is, as it ought.
This poem today could be my last. Seems all my worries now are past. Grief all-around still gets me down. But a man in love can’t wear a frown. ~ This world’s not always a happy place. Misery’s seen on many a face. I’ve seen death and felt the pain. Years have passed to find I’m sane. ~ My feelings spewed on sheets galore. Forever I searched for an exit door. Though light trickled through cracks unseen, time now as bright as it’s ever been. ~ In a warm embrace I now awake. If given a wish I’d none to make. But a dream remains of peace on earth. So write I must for what it’s worth.
It all starts when the turkey is done. A month flies by while on the run. I don’t mean to be a Scrooge or Grinch, but I can be either in a pinch. ~ I don’t really hate the holidays, but time could be spent in better ways. We cut down trees to place on stands. We’ll slap on balls with eager hands. ~ We cover it in lights to watch it glow. Then when droopy to the curb it’ll go. We wrap up gifts to pile high, then the bill comes in and we all cry. ~ We’ll fill up bags with excess waste, adding last year’s things we bought in haste. So maybe next year we can stop and pause. And maybe give a vacation to old Santa Claus.
Adrift and afloat as we please, souls intertwined risen on a breeze. Bodies tingle when lovingly held, euphoria and ecstasy mesh and meld. ~ Mind’s go blank and words just sound, hands to feel, feel all around. Kisses gentle and lips explore, sensation’s mutual, that’s for sure. ~ Breathings heavy and hearts at rest, eyes see eyes, a view that’s best. Darkness fills the blinks between, soon to sleep where dreams are seen. ~ Hours will pass in starlit bliss; the sun then rises for another kiss. Two shall wake to greet the day; joined as one we’ll find our way.
Though the poetry of love may come and go, the love you give is what you show. There’s the little smile with every glance. And with every touch a little dance. ~ Hugs are abundant and given free. And kisses returned with equal glee. With every joke there’s a little laugh. And wrongs admitted with every gaffe. ~ Hands are held on every walk. And ears wide open when we talk. The future’s seen as time flies by. And the only blues are in the sky. ~ Sunshine’s felt on a chilly night. And eyes twinkle beneath starlight. There’s snuggling close before we sleep. Then the sharing of dreams we wish to keep. ~ Every morning our day is new. Every day our troubles are few. Our hearts beat and emotions swell. The words a show but the actions tell.
Tho my pages may be numbered, the funny’s unencumbered. Cos I yam what I yam and you’re my sweet potato, couldn’t be none sweeter that I’ll ever know. ~ I got no can of magic greens. Ain’t got no bag of magic beans. I sure ain’t got no knock-out punch, but under this cap I’ve got a hunch. ~ With anchors weighed and pipe aglow, sunset’s waiting, our past in tow. A compass points to where forgot, our destination chosen, journey’s not. ~ A course set to forward the future leads the way. Tomorrow’s story’s drawn to us, colored by today. And I yam what I yam and you’re my sweet potato. So let’s open these hearts and see where we’ll go.