Yesterday’s thoughts written today,
is tomorrow’s poem on display.
Feelings recorded and colors felt,
the past is gone and hand’s dealt.
So I sit with a pad and pen,
soon I’ll write but I know not when.
Will it be happy or a little bit sad?
It may not be good but something’s not bad.
My heart beats and music is heard,
the world’s often dark and time’s blurred.
Life and art blend together as one,
eyes open the bleedings begun.
The flow consumes and words appear,
for now scattered but without fear.
Steps taken are sure to teach,
that love abounds at arm’s reach.
My pad today was totally blank,
it’s the bliss I feel I have to thank.
I woke up early to see the sunrise;
the truth was there before my eyes.
My darling slumbers peacefully,
her dreams, I’m sure, are with me.
And as the dark turns to light,
I’ve warm thoughts of our cozy night.
Seems all the negatives have burned away,
now only pluses fill my day.
I’ll wake her soon and my sun will shine.
I’ll kiss her softly, truly thankful she’s mine.
The kisses returned with a smile,
and then we’ll chat and giggle a while.
We’ll both then rise for our day anew.
And we’ll share our bliss, now times two.
The groundhog’s soon to wake, but I don’t really care.
I’m always warm and cozy any time of year.
Winters always pass and spring will always follow.
Summers heat the flesh, autumn the vibrancy we all know.
Nights share their endless stars, days our lives are bright.
Time’s just the space between. The universe knows what’s right.
Friends and family fill our needs, puts our minds at ease.
A special someone shares it all and all that we please.
Mine’s lovely in the morning and more beautiful by noon.
Evenings’ she’s truly stunning beneath the glowing moon.
She’s innocent when sleeping, a little naughty when she’s not.
And I am overjoyed with this special love we’ve got.
Hand in hand and toes to toes,
we’re cheek to cheek and nose to nose.
Intermeshed we’re holding tight,
bliss is shared in the morning light.
Our hearts melting in winter skies,
volumes heard in her dreamy eyes,
The sun is shining and spring is near.
Though not to hurry, our love is here.
The dreaded day is coming,
it makes the poet cringe.
Their ink is overflowing,
all the world will binge.
Heartfelt words sculpted,
sent to loved ones who are dear.
Stress is soon to peak,
the deadline’s growing near.
“I love you” bought and sold,
drug stores sell out fast.
But first the prediction,
then the shadows cast.
Winter winds still blowing,
heat’s felt in the heart.
The pressure now’s building,
for another Valentines’ start.
Change is in the air,
it’s felt on the breeze.
The clock quickly ticking,
the wind-up’s been a tease.
The future is before us,
Knowledge fills our heads,
yet we’re truly blind.
We’ve hopes for better days,
dreaming of peace and love.
While fearing the unknown,
we seek to rise above.
Yesterday’s now gone,
yet only now’s for sure.
surprises feel strange.
Seconds are our choices,
yet only time will change
Life no longer matters when we’re cold and dead.
Words have no meaning when stuck inside our head.
Heartache is abundant; it’s filled many a book.
But happiness exists, but only when we look.
Depression is alarming but seldom makes a sound.
Time can be our friend but only when we’re wound.
Surprises are unexpected and nothing’s ever free.
Love is everlasting but two must agree.
Share yourself with others and they will do the same.
Hide your true emotions and only you’re to blame.
Strangers often meet but not all will be a friend.
So if you find the right one, show them there’s no end.