Glance
Flash
Crash
Trance
Romance
Lasts
poem- triage July 19, 2014
Are you breathing?
Are you beating?
Are you bleeding?
Are you broken?
.
Breathless
Heart pounding
Blood surging
In pieces
.
Do they
hospitalize
for
Love?
poem-handsome July 17, 2014
G r e e n e y e s,
h o l d m y h e a r t
t i g h t l y a g a i n s t y o u r s ;
l e t t h e i r c o m b i n e d r h y t h m
~ s y n c o p a t e d m e m o r i e s ~
d a n c e i n o u r
e m b r a c e .
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.
.
Happy Anniversary, handsome. Sam Heughan has nothing on you.
poem-silence July 11, 2014
She fills the sky
with a rainfall of words,
a hurricane of syllables,
a thundering of sentences.
She brews a storm,
but he stands impermeable
in silent eloquence
amid her eye.
poem-timeless July 10, 2014
On this
summer day,
lost in you,
I see no end.
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.
.
This poem is my 1500th post! 🙂
There are a few ways to read this one, each painting a slightly different picture.
poem-glad July 7, 2014
She searches
for
words,
music,
assurances.
His tongue
writes
her poetry
and she sighs
on the harmony
of their song.
poem- wishes July 6, 2014
She likes a bad boy.
She likes the attitude,
the tats,
the danger,
the rebellion,
the dissatisfaction.
She likes that he’ll cheat
on his wife with her,
plan their future,
dream with her.
That woman doesn’t
deserve him, she says,
while she wishes.
That woman doesn’t
understand him, she says,
while she wishes.
He embraces her,
briefly.
When he leaves her
pregnant,
crushed,
jaded,
she’s surprised,
by all he’d revealed
to her before,
and she thinks it’s
his fault,
she’d wished.
.
.
.
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Another sad example of, “If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll keep getting what you’ve always got.”
poem- there July 4, 2014
Who you were there
eyes lit
smile glistening
passion sparkling
walking hand in hand
through the summer rain
fueled poetry
and wishful thinking.
Who you were there,
who I was then,
both left behind.
poem- nerves July 3, 2014
When
You sat beside me
I couldn’t find the gears
on this car I drive every day.
Your half drunk bottle of water
has become the holy relic in a
smile bestowing, mobile shrine
to your presence next
to me.
Shawn L. Bird 