Love poetry
I cut my teeth on love poetry. It never gets old for me. I love to compose verses and rhymes to lovers whether real or imaginary. I don’t think I’m alone in that either. People have been eulogizing their undying love since writing was invented. It helps me to bring my thoughts into focus to take a step closer to myself and try to put down my feelings on paper…sometimes I realize that there’s something I need to work through because all I can seem to write about will be on one subject. That’s something I love about free verse poetry. It lets you pour out your thoughts as quickly as you can write them down and worry about the pruning later. Make no doubt, I prune and trim my poetry extensively. Some poems I have to keep the first draft of because my shears will shape it into an entirely new creation. I like finding things out about myself. It shows me that I’m growing and moving and changing. Always changing while retaining that which makes me myself.
So here are a few of my softer poems. The loving ones that may or may not have been written for a certain person. Many of them were written for different people. But that’s for me to know and you to just guess at.
Do you not love me, sweet friend?
I know now that heartbreak is not the end.
And every day lover, a message I’ll send.
Do you remember me?
I know my sad tears do not hurt you.
This pain I will try to forget.
Beloved, I’ll whisper something that’s true.
I know that you know it…
I remember you.
I’m dying, my heart is not beating.
I know that you don’t want to see.
Try not to remember you did this,
and ignore a last message from me.
But wherever you turn I’ll whisper to you,
I know that you hear it…
I remember you.
Red for love, the passion consuming.
Red for blood, for justice is wounding.
Orange for fire that swam in my veins.
Orange for fire, and burns that remain.
Yellow for joy that I had in my lover.
Yellow for pain when our love is uncovered.
Green was for growing, and nurturing life.
Green is now envy, sorrow, and strife.
Blue was the serenity I found in his arms.
Blue now for chill as love loses its charms.
Purple for royalty, I was his queen.
Purple for loyalty. He is my king.
Gray are the tears I have shed for my loss,
Gray are my tears of love losing its gloss.
Black for the ocean of pain that surrounds me,
Black is for pain, for my anger abounding.
I love you.
In every cliche turn of phrase imaginable.
Every star for our promises.
We’ll hang them up and see
if we can’t make the night shine a little brighter.
I’ll give you the moon on a necklace.
Maybe her luminent glow
will keep you company when I cannot.
The sun for my heart.
His brazen glory
was never meant to outshine my joy.
I will give you all I have to offer.
And as much as I can promise.
Because you have given me more.
Yourself.