Warm day

Saturday

Hot Choccie walky

Real nice talky

With Professor J.

Who had so much to say

About

Farm life

A former wife

Two small dogs

And catalogs

Of places he plans to go.

He likes to climb

And I spend time

Convincing him

Some girls can be

Exactly as

They seem. 

And no I’m really

Not a dream.

I just like men.

He smiles and then

A sad looks takes him drifting.

What I am gifting

Him today

Is that it’s really

Quite okay

To simply

Be.

Poem Platonic Friendship 

When I dream

Of coming springs

Of tender things

That lovers bring

I do not dream

I do not dream of you.

When I’m alone

And pleasures nigh

I shake and die

With every sigh

But do not think

I will not think of you.

Late at night

When I’m aflame

And passions tame

I speak no name

I do not reach

I will not reach for you.

Naught is broken

But vows unspoken

Perhaps a spell

And just as well

A love that’s hell

You must let pass

Like broken glass

This barefoot Lass

Has bled from heart

Been torn apart

Too many times

For idealist crimes

The world now finds

A wiser soul

Who knows the toll

Of braver love

And blinding faith

A heart so chaste

Can still be faced

With far more pain

Than it deserved.

Unjustly served

By butchers knife

A butchered wife

One small girls life

That won’t be wrong

But can’t belong

To anyone else at all.

O, see her fall

On bended knee

Naught is broken

And naught to see.

O, bloom devoid

of coloration.

Your summation that

it means defeat.  

Yet such a sweet

kind gift to give;

to let you live

absently obscure.

The bloom is pure

peace of mind.

O, yours and mine

are weary from

The battle that we

Waged.

All life is staged

and circumstance.

Hard roads that turn

and burn romance

to cooler embers.

The heart remembers

Everything my dear.

It’s only fear

which soon shall pass.

For while we stand

on broken glass

it will not always

always be the case.

It’s time to face

the curtain call.

O, through it all

I loved you still.

And now you will

crush the bloom

that ever bowed

to kiss the face

of fury.

Sheath your blade

For I have none.

And not a drop

Of me was spared.

And if you truly

ever cared,

Then do not run!

Then do not hide!

In Philia we two reside.

And aim for peace once more.

Poems about salvaging friendship, break up, staying friends

I was standing

Demanding

Handling the shit

That I own

Just fine.

I know what’s mine

But when the

Carousel began

They ran

The ones that

Simply did not want

To claim the weight

Of what they stacked

And over packed

With zippers closed

With bits exposed

And threatening

to break.

My own mistake

To lay my hand

And help them

Stand and

Take a peek

From solid ground

Not watching it

Spin round

and round

Because I’ve found

That sometimes

Sometimes…

I can mend

A broken wing.

But here’s the thing…

When I give all

You stand

I fall

Straight to

the Floor Man!

I’m not the doorman!

But you left

your bags

with me

you see.

So suck it up!

Go get a truck

I’m giving it

All back.

The last you’ll see

From bended knee

Is a girl who’s free

Of you.

A wind up doll

Through it all

I fly and fall

While lyrics spill

From pale cold lips

That cannot wake

From any kiss.

Not now, not ever

Together? No never.

A cold long day

That never leads

Warmly where

I need it most.

I warn thee

Swarm thee

With a hundred

Bright white

Innocent lies

That cover my trail.

I’m fine.

He’s fine.

No, we’re not fine.

Or “I’ve set sail

For calmer seas”

“I’m ready for

The next one please!”

Not a bit of it

Holds an ounce

Of truth.

You want

Some proof

That I can stand

Without the man

Without my hand

Held fast by him.

What is the sin?

That I loved him

Above all things?

This is what

The cynic brings.

The end of

The optimist.

The death of

The romantic.

Semantic, pedantic

Wailings of more

Than disappointed

Cartoon girl.

I’m hiding woe

You’ll never know.

Even the tip

Makes the bravest

Of you

Wipe a tear.

Or run with fear

From the blue black

Emotion a

Churning ocean

Of despair and

Pain and regret.

You beg me to

Move on, forget.

But epic love?

The lifetime kind?

What hope remains?

For one to find

That gift again?

So no, my friend

I’ll lie and say

That I am fine.

But winters bite

And passing time

Will never cease to

Make his

His memory fade.

And I have played

My last.

Living Dead Girl Break Up Original Poem

 Your shit is weak.

You sit, I’ll speak

And call you on

The fucking stuff

That makes me wish

I were a guy.

And now of course

You’ll start to cry

Because the rouse is up.

An endless succession

Of lies and stressing

Your passive aggression

Can’t work on me.

I’m honest you see.

Direct, that’s me.

And what you can’t be

Is real.

So tell me how

You really feel.

You two faced cow

You want my deal.

My talent

Charisma, confidence

Drive.

My very will

To survive

In a world that rewards

Integrity and depth.

Yeah, I’d be scared too

If I were you

That bar’s a bit high

Shorty.

You silly twat

All that I’ve got

I got

For being

Me!

And that’s just something

You’ll never be.

Poem on passive aggression original poetry

I am the rhythmic lapping

Tip toe and tap tapping

At the windows of your reflection-ism

Perfectionism.  Protectionism.

But your dam has sprung a leak

You think it’s weak, but may I speak

Instead to something softer

Searching her way in.

[chorus]

Love is like the water

Freeze it cold, it shall return

To cool the drying summers burn

Refresh the thirsty soul

That did not know it was dying.

Although you keep on trying

To control the tide

I know inside

All you really want

Is the chance to dive right in.

I am the river fountain

That can soften any mountain

A never ending stream

The sweetest dream, that leaves you clean.

But you plug the holes instead

As I seep in to sweet embrace.

I am the tsunami in your head

I am the tear drops on your face.

[chorus]

Love is like the water

Freeze me and I shall return

The warm caress in waves; you yearn

To be swept from your feet.

Although you keep on lying

Turn your back denying

You under-speak…You over think!

While you’re dying for a drink.

[End Chorus - Repeat]

I am the elemental daughter.

My love is just like water.

Love Song Original Romantic Poem

A mouse?

A mouse!

Inside my house

Inside my brain

I say again

That if I stop

Or if I drop

I fear I may

Not rise at all.

I shall not fall.

Instead place cheese

As though to tease

From broken knees

A stronger stand

Against a hand

I did not deal.

The fuel is fear

And blood

And tear.

 O, Lose or win

The wheel will spin

Anon.

Original Poetry Romantic

One voice dancing

Through darkness

Romancing the

Part

Of heart

That would

Sooner hide.

I died inside

The day he said

He chose a bed

Not mine to share.

I was not there

You see.

For me

It was not

Half the fun.

The only one

I wished for

Had been him.

My heart was

Wronged

For I belonged

To someone else

You see.

And thus

I raped my

Self

That night

One night stand, poem