Category: Fancying

Similes For Something Like Love – Poetry from my past

as the reflection of the water
danced across your face
like a piano players hands
gently prancing upon the keys…

as your fingers gently
brushed against my skin
like a wave
washing up on its shore…

the way the moon gave your face
this loving glow
as it would
the petals of a fresh picked rose…

the way you tilted my chin up
for our eyes to meet
as if trying to enter into
the gateways of my soul…

the way you wrapped a blanket
around me
when you saw the slightest shiver
escape my body…

the way you left your arm around me
and pulled me closer
as if to say
“I want to stay forever.”

the night caressed us
like its precious children
and beneath a cover of twinkling stars
we fell asleep in each other’s loving arms…

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Reckons and Regards

I look at you and wonder
how much you cost,
what prices you have paid in life,
how much you have lost.

I look at you and wonder
what I have to give
to walk hand in hand with you;
the honor to watch you live.

I look at you and wonder
what makes your skies turn grey?
What puts frown lines on your face
and how to make it go away?

I look at you and wonder
what kind of magic is in your laugh,
if you have heaven in your eyes,
and could it be held in a photograph?

I look at you and wonder
what makes your body electric?
What things cause it to spark and shiver
making it alive and hectic?

I look at you and wonder
where your timeline ends.
What do we end up as?
Lovers or simply just friends?

But, most of all,
beneath the shade of these branches
on a breezy summer’s day,
I look at you and wonder if
you’re looking at me the same way.

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Love Game – Poetry from my past

love is like a game
that some don’t know how to play
sometimes when its real it lasts forever
sometimes it only lasts one day

some have been in love
maybe once or twice
some have loved much more than that
but they make a very big sacrifice

each time you give a piece of your heart
and also a piece of your soul
you don’t realize it until its completely gone
and others will never even know

but one day it will come the time
for you to find your special one
it will be laughing, crying, caring, sighing
but most of all it will be fun

*Note: this is another poem written between the ages of 10-14. Not one of my best, but I think it’s an excellent example of how my writing and style have changed over time.

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The Soul and The Stranger – Poetry from my past

a well-known stranger
that goes around from soul to soul
knocking

knocking

the stranger is hungry
hungry for intimacy
compassion
kindness

kindness

the soul feeds on the stranger
plentifully

the soul is captures
the stranger has entered
and engulfed
engulfed the entire soul
in the hands of the stranger

now the stranger must choose
to treat well
or treat badly
to stay
or to go

what to do
the stranger doesn’t know

know

the stranger is frightened
the soul wants the stranger
to stay
the reason unknown

unknown

the stranger has to make
a decision

the soul can do nothing
the choice
in the hands of the stranger
the soul must wait

wait

on the word
of a stranger

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For You

fall
for me

heed the call
for me

risk it all
for me

 

have a ball
for me

be small
for me

stand tall
for me

 

lose your gall
for me

bare it all
for me

against the wall
for me

crawl
for me

sprawl
for me

until I make you bawl
for me

 

be a screwball
for me

wither wherewithal
for me

to mothballs
for me

the long haul
for me

until they bear palls
for me

 

for you

 

are my destiny

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Wonder – Poetry from my past

now that I have you
seems like the world wants you
and I wonder

me in your arms
you in my arms
and I wonder

the moon is full
stars bright
you look patiently into my eyes
and I wonder

you whisper in my ear
saying “I love you”
and I wonder

I wonder
if I’m the one you think about before you sleep at night
if I’m the one you really see when you look at me the way you do

while all I do

is sit here and wonder

wonder

am I the right one for you

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