Category Love and Heartbreak Poems
Holding my hand in your innocence as we chatter
Another spring day bright with the sun and youth
All we seem to care about is being together.
spark of eyes!
You trod all cultures with your classic grace
Of posture, figure, profile
The breathy touch, so tentative,
The answering squeeze
All beams and tiptoes as we trod
Unspoken message:
“The dream’s come true”
The curtain nearly volunteered
To close itself.
my mind seems to wonder,
is this the sunshine?
or lightening and thunder?
Is this the dream
or simply a phase?
From what I can see,
we have limited days.
Darkening the sky
Stealing the light
Shaking the soul and body
With rambunctious bolts of searing energy.
Let the rain come
And let the thunder roar.
Let the wind take my breath
So that I may no longer speak your name.
over sips of Chianti
in sunlight shadows
and he believes her
silver lined promises
He closes his eyes
wanting her words
to be true, yet he knew
she was only
being true to herself
No matter what I say,
I cannot bring him to erase,
That cold December day.
The day was sad and wearisome,
It chilled me to my core,
I’d known that something would go wrong,
Though I could not be sure.
I’d felt so tired and lonely, still,
My heart had ached for him,
Beneath the Christmas trim.
Dedicated to: Aseel Kawash
Have I ever mentioned
The hot chocolate you invented?
Thick and a little sugary
Poured into the wrong cups
By the scatter of our weekly magazines
Have I ever told you
I’ve forgotten the orange-redness
Of my hair when I was younger?
I wish I’d chosen dye more wisely
Yet your drawings of me
Of the smile I attempted horribly
And the fiery, red curls
Made me feel less foolish
I always believed time would cease
At the blissful age of sixteen
That was something only Romeo felt for Juliet.
Didn’t ever believe he really loved her either.
Five minutes before he met her, he thought he loved Rosaline.
He cried in the bushes and made his days artificial nights.
But when I saw you I wasn’t so sure.
Those greyish, green eyes.
Dimples when you smiled
Like raindrop wounds.
You looked too familiar for a stranger.
Maybe you had appeared in my dreams from the future.
Sent back in time.
Stalked you on the Internet and found out your name.
Social media and company websites,
The hunter’s paradise.
Time and beauty are flying away.
Life is an opportunity,
O life is not a chance anyway!
Your own beauty exploration
Had outside blissfulness of marriage
Lures men to love exploration
Of you until you reach your vile age.
Your readiness is what matter.
Marriage is honorable in all
Plenty money does not matter.
Make sure you don’t waste time at all.
Knowing that nothing in your life is real?
The world, and you, are just so fake,
How does it feel to be something that you hate?
Wake up and dread your existence,
(I know you do)
Burn all bridges to create some distance,
(Life’s hard to get through)
The whereabouts of your mind are anybody’s guess,
Wearing nothing but a smile, you look so well dressed.
