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Post Yer Luv Poemes
When that Aprille with its’ shoures soote… oops, I didn’t write that one.
But I did write this one. Post yers.
YOU HAVE MADE A HOLE IN ME
You have made a hole in me
Which only you can fill
You have created day where there once was night
In space beyond time and care
You have dreamed me anew
And days are bright again and the rain is wet.
There is a searcher in each of us
Paying attention is up to us
As surely as night follows day
We can awake… if we want.
We can care, if we’ve a mind,
To bring someone home
From the worry of life
To the safety and shore
And all along the way
Amidst the bump and grind
I can say your name
Without knowing who you are
As the days blur into night.
For who truly knows what we’re searching for
Until, at last, we’ve found it.
Nestled in the palm of our hand
The bestest gift uncovered.
And now there is a hole inside
Whenever your eyes look away
And I can only see and breathe
When you’ve returned my gaze.
What is the past worth
And the future’s promise
When today you’re gone.
Dreamers can only dream of future’s promise
And try to hold the past… Like a token to be redeemed
While all waits impatient for the return of love.
How can the days be filled and the nights be quenched
When longing steals what was once your touch.
To feel, to think, in common time,
The measure of your love.
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I've never made a love poem, lol. But yours is very nice. How are you doing these days mate?
I gave him a ring, our initials entwined, a promise. ‘4 Ever’. Then he left, his word broken. I kept mine. Half a lifetime ago. Still keeping it.
It’s 10:30
Nothing going on except me online.
If she was here it’d be wild X and Os,
real neon time.
caught between a rock and some dirt.
She showed up wit a shovel and a skirt.
My claws were full of mud cuz im a MFn Beast.
How gently she transformatively washed me into a simple man of Peace.
Oh the odes owed.
From soil to seed Sewn.
The finest silk cloth isn’t smoother than what we’ve sewed.
The ceiling to my fan was the healing of a Man.
And….shes still mine as if the Sun shined in one place in Time.
*likely to change. Wrote this ‘off the dome’ as with everything.
Sidebar: Came back wondering how you were. Glad to see you’re out here loving again Old Guy 😉
There are so many great poets to whom love was the central part of many of their works, but sometimes it’s those who didn’t really write of love who can write the most heartbreaking lines.
The Bluebird by Charles Bukowsky
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that .
wants to get out.
but I'm too tough for him,.
I say,.
stay down, do you want to mess.
me up?.
you want to screw up the.
works?.
you want to blow my book sales in .
Europe?.
there's a bluebird in my heart that.
wants to get out.
but I'm too clever, I only let him out.
at night sometimes.
when everybody's asleep..
I say, I know that you're there,.
so don't be .
sad.
.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
.
@Linearlineman: I’m glad you have finally found a partner for the end game. But like most of us with partners… your creative energy for music is distracted. You made music to fill a hole, I suspect. I hope you will drop us more creative work now and then. The ABF is less without you’re prodigious output and world savvy insights.
I don’t write poetry but I need to write lyrics for songs I create as gifts and I wrote this for my wife recently:
You Ask Me Why I Love You
You ask me why I love you
and this is what I know
I love you cause I know you
the you without a mask
the you that no one else has seen
the you that needs to ask
To ask me why I love you
and this is what I know
I met the broken child within
and knew she needed me
to give her something solid
that she could daily see
You ask me why I love you
and wonder to this day
if we belong together
if we are meant to live as one
if we can make this marriage work
and never be undone
You ask me why I love you
and this i truly feel
I found in you a special soul
that gave my life a purpose
to build with you a better life
and made me feel of service
You ask me why I love you
and this is what I know
love is that which comes to you
for being who you are
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Her reply was “broken child”? Her childhood was a nightmare and she’s defensive.
At least once a month she will ask: “Do you still love me?” Usually because I have been buried in my
iPad making music. So, @LinearLineman’s sudden drop in output resonates with me and I’m sure many
have to balance love and music.
Good to hear from you @CapnWillie. Hope all is well, my friend.
@McD, very touching words, especially knowing the situation as I do. You’re a good man always trying to be better.
This thread is such a great thought. Thank you for the great idea for it @LinearLineman I haven’t been near this kind of love for so many years that I forgot that such words in these orders existed. It’s a wonderful reminder, all in one place.
Only a reminder is what is left
of something, someone, a life bereft
Vacuums transpose nothing to form
Listen to silence and sound is born
Love is the sound of the picture I see
In my mind etched like fixtures at sea
Opposing nothing has shown me true love
Is something you have to let free like a dove
Background: I was out late one rainy night over 20 years ago, and I called a cab. They could not validate the address (it was an apartment entrance on an unnamed street), so asked for an intersection, which is where I waited, next to a pharmacy. As I waited I thought of my (then) wife-to-be.
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Rain falls on this winter night, with the wind’s icy fingers at my collar.
The neon light of the pharmacy flickers,
Drenching the sidewalk with awkward blue color.
My love is asleep, tucked up in bed with no care of the emptying skies.
For a moment her warmth is my warmth, as she turns in her sleep and sighs.
Pulling my collar slightly tighter, a gutter empties down on my back.
No one else is walking these streets, under skies that are sullen and black.
My love is asleep, tucked up in bed with no care for these watery streams.
For a moment her warmth is my warmth, as she turns in her sleep and dreams.
Light in the distance gives me hope that soon my love will be at my side,
But the hope drives on by, lights fading away, and it passes from out of my sight.
My love is asleep, tucked up in bed with no care for these empty streets.
For a moment her warmth is my warmth, as she turns and pulls up the sheets.
My savior arrives! My carriage awaits! No more sojourn in the cold!
“Away brave coachman! To the palace gates! And I’ll gladly reward thee with gold!”
My love sleeps no longer, no longer in bed, stepping her feet on the floor.
Soon her warmth will be my warmth, as I enter her bedroom door.
That’s poetry. Nice work.
Oh thank you! I didn’t expect anyone to reply lol, appreciate it!
I find that I can only write bad poetry. I won’t burden you.
But here’s a beaut:
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
BY E. E. CUMMINGS
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)