It seems like only yesterday when time was on my side. The future was ahead with opportunities far and wide. The world, it seems, my oyster with all its slime and goo. The pearls were for my plucking; now they are but few. ~ My words no longer flow and little seems to please. Perhaps it’s just boredom or my mind is now at ease. Age may be the culprit; it seems to fit the bill. Birthdays cause reflection as they always will. ~ The image that is seen may not be what it seems. Tomorrow I’ll be younger, but only in my dreams. Today I watched the sunrise, it seems, a perfect day. I think I’ll wake my love and kiss these blues away.
Each step a step for us to rise, to see our peaks we are wise. To trip and fall’s our shared fate. To try again is to never wait. To lend a hand or push and take, the view’s the choice for us to make. The time we spend returned in kind. The love we give gives peace of mind. The love we’re given’s without whys, each step a step we did rise.
I feel a tale coming on, from this place I sit upon. Here or there or hither and yon, perhaps a tail I shall don. ~ If it be long I’ll wear shorts. If it be helpful I’ll play sports. If it’s painful I’ll be in reports. If made famous I’ll live in resorts. ~ Characters all, we stand in line. It’s worth a shot, I got mine. The wait begins for a sign. And other than fear I feel fine. ~ The story starts when a bug consumes. The world locked safely in their rooms. Sharing we will whatever looms. An end is near, enjoy the blooms.
On pins and needles is where I sit. Awaiting a place where I’ll fit, left or right or in between, high or low or a place unseen. ~ A place we need to call our own, upon arrival we’ll have grown. Run or walk the journey’s long, skip or crawl, at worst we’re wrong. ~ Time will tell when time it is. The challenge then is to pass the quiz. Take it slow and recall the past. Our brightness shines with contrast. ~ Lines untangled an unsure bet, points of view is what we get. The big picture seen sets us free. Clarity felt makes we of me.
Sitting in the rain, I see the world pass by. I try to think sunny thoughts beneath a cloudy sky. I hear drops on the glass, watching the grass glisten. Nature’s calling from all around if to truly listen. ~ The birds are still singing high up in the tree. The fish, I’m sure, are splashing in the open sea. The bugs are always bugging, whatever it is they do. And pets forever snuggle, loving me and you. ~ It makes stop to ponder and reflect upon our race. As one of many humans I know I’d miss this place. Yet we try to sculpt our views in ways that we choose. The picture may be pretty but our nature we lose. ~ The sun will shine again and wash away this gray. And unless we’ve a catastrophe we’ll see another day. As is life, our time is short, as is every other breed. But the future of our world’s less dependent on their seed. ~ “We reap what we sow” is a phrase we should heed. Like a garden unattended will surely fill with weed. The food we grow will dwindle, eventually to cease. We’ll never feel rain again, but the earth will be at peace. ~ I know this sounds depressing but that’s not my goal. I’m truly optimistic but time does take its toll. Change is all around, like weather, not always fair. But like a rainy day, the droplets we all share.
Today’s the day my wish came true. I awoke to sunshine next to you. Our bodies are warm and minds at rest. Our evening’s past the very best. ~ Dreams before are no better than this. We’re two souls made one, the feeling’s bliss. I now look forward to each new day. For when I awake you look my way.
Love poems are many. True love’s but few. Love poems worked out. True love’s in you. ~ Love poems imagined, penned from the blue. True love is felt, a shared point of view. ~ Love poems warm hearts. True love warms through. Love poems we read. True love we do.
Awake to a dream and all of our wishes, we’ve cuddles and kisses, a hit with the misses. Good morning my love a new day’s begun. Let’s rise to new heights and follow the sun. ~ On a breeze we’ll soar and glide evermore, with stars to guide our fates we’ll explore. Our views aligned our vision’s ahead, our eyes on each other and forward we’re led. ~ Laughter we treasure with each new endeavor. Time on our side our love is forever. Our evening’s sublime our morning’s delicious, we’ve cuddles and kisses there are no near misses.
Confined in a box within our visual sphere, we search for direction hoping that it’s near. Clouds confound the senses making life unclear, we run to our horizons but a new will appear. ~ The earth is standing still hurtling through space. Our seconds are but few in this universal race. Feet compound the miles speeding up the pace. Steps left behind we hope will leave a trace. ~ The sun will rise again when yesterday is through. Darkness always follows shrinking our world view. Dreams come into focus when the brain gets a clue. Our eyes both close and open but reality’s up to you.
I started to write a love poem but it had no end. As the love I’m now feeling surely will transcend. If only to imagine tomorrow’s blissful ways, the sun will shine inside and out the remainder of our days. ~ Smiles and laughter fill our time with kisses in between. Some good natured guidance shared, but never ever mean. Together we’re always playful, never do we fight. We’d rather be making love; morning, noon and night. ~ We contemplate the sunset sipping our evening tea. We’ll cuddle in bed later while we watch late night TV. We wake up every morning snuggled together as one. We’re thankful for each other and the new day we’ve begun.
I’m not sure of the time, or the day of the week. I’m not certain that I hear, or that I even speak. ~ It seems that I can see, as the words become more clear. I’m sure that I can feel, as I live in constant fear. ~ I’m probably indecisive, then again maybe not. I’d like to think I think, but unfortunately not a lot. ~ Uncertainty is a problem; it’s something we all share. I’m not sure you agree, I’m not sure that I care. ~ There is one thing I do know, this poem is nearly done. I’m not sure what comes next, but the future has begun.
My buttocks hurt and my knuckles crack. What drives me forward can drag me back. My eyes are tired and my head is sore. My hands are cramped, I can write no more. ~ My pages are filled with useless stuff. And one more verse is never enough. Pencils grow dull as does my brain. But each day silent leaves a stain. ~ Though deep down I know the truth. The haunt persists from my youth. I’ve something to say, but what is unclear. Answers will come but not this year. ~ A resolution needed this time around. Try harder I must for I am bound. The calendar says I’m almost there. Glasses raised a toast we’ll share. ~ A new day begins with much to do. Sunnier thoughts will eclipse the blue. A cushion I’ll buy for my favorite chair. Words will flow like a breath of fresh air. ~ Volumes will fill with the funniest of lines. A chapter reserved for my sweet valentines. I’ll rise from sleep as each day’s the first. I’ll sip my coffee then quench my thirst. ~ Reflecting upon the time long past, how the future sneaks up too fast. And if nothing to leave advice I can give. “Live out your dreams and a dream you shall live.”
In times of worry and feeling stress,
when plans made become a mess,
you’ll find the answers no need to guess.
You’re surrounded by friends, no need to regress.
Troubling thoughts we will address,
my care for you I’ll gladly express.
Our love will grow stronger, never less.
And when a hug’s needed I’ll always say yes.
Where jester’s king and knights a daze,
sunsets fade to a mushroom haze.
In castles walled the future’s stalled,
the heat of the moment is to forever scald.
When dollars found is sense lost,
we’re all to share the eventual cost.
For horizons lured never reached,
minds obstructed always breached.
Yet an open mind like and open gate,
frees the fears, ignorance and hate.
And whilst moats are filled from the waste within,
their funny stench is where their ends begin.
From dreams inspired overnight, her morning poem I long to write. I wake at dawn feeling bliss, thinking first of the day’s first kiss. ~ The kiss returned and we snuggle close. Our ritual’s begun with a timely dose. Her touch is felt from head to toe. I love you shared and feelings grow. ~ Our room brightens, the future’s new. The sun wakes to skies of blue. I hold her close till dreams return. I then rise with none to yearn. ~ Passion flows and coffee brews. Words perk from flavors to choose. Visions recalled, emotions poured. Ink boils from the one adored. ~ Shadows dance to a beating heart. Her eyes open to another start. Another day filled with love and bliss. Another ode welcomed with a kiss.
We all walked to school without a care. We stopped at the store with pennies to share. Cats and dogs always ran free. Trees were claimed by them and me. ~ We rode our bikes like we were all nuts. Our hands and knees came home with cuts. Bikes had brakes most of the time, or slowed by sneakers covered in grime. ~ Any spot with grass was called a yard. We swam in places with no lifeguard. Snowballs were made no matter the cost. We wore socks on our hands when gloves were lost. ~ We all had to fight every once in a while. Our moms would yell but dads would smile. Rooms were shared and sometimes beds, smelly feet tickling their brother’s heads. ~ Then junior high came and we had to change. Our hair grew long and our clothes got strange. Many smoked cigarettes and other stuff. There were lots of choices but enough was enough. ~ Childhood then ended and the troubles began. When the problems started most of us ran. Some now have passed; some did well, but all fondly remembered though it was hell.
Sleep with an angel, awaken to a dream. Make love and laughter, work as a team. Encourage their best, they’ll do the same. Embrace their foibles, no need for shame. Share your experiences, living life as one. The sun will rise and a great day’s begun.
On tippy toes looking pert, she dances in her Hogwarts shirt. Her thick round glasses gaze my way, she’s so darn cute in nerdy lingerie. ~ She kisses me with a smile, I kiss her back and we giggle a while. The music stops but we don’t care, it’s more about the hugs that we share. ~ She wears her PJ’s when not in bed, her hair’s always tousled on her head. She excites me greatly every day, with or without her nerdy lingerie.