There’s a moment, an unquantifiable measure of sound, of time, of intention and of desire Where a heart-skip descends into a heart-break Or a heart-break lifts to a heart-skip; like fire. Take that ghostly uncertainty by the hand and be found, in that moment, that heart-beat, that breath Where first-love descends into love-lost Or love-lost…
It was just bad timing As you always said it was When we fell, when we met When you left, I was bereft It was just bad timing As you always knew it was When we kissed, when we fell When I lost myself, heartbroken hell Bad timing Syncopated love Taken in stolen seconds Shared…
Morning breaks the night Shards of colour in the light Spreading hope and inspiring delight In that brief moment there’s no fight Firey waves through clouds ignite It’s the morning, the day, a welcome sight
Originally one of my micro poems on Twitter the prompt word Oblivion (#TastyPoem) was the inspiration for this one.
She paused, what was it, what was it she could almost see,
Almost feel, to touch, an unsteady, feeling; uncertainty.
But an excitement too, with her stomach floating high
But her heart falling heavy, she exhaled with an overwhelming cry
As if from nowhere her eyes filled with tears - un-cried
It was as if she was looking on, not in but outside.
Then it was clear, in a moment she knew,
Her pattern of remembrance was right on cue.
The divine coloured crimson caught in a crystal beam,
Reminded her of him; how intoxicating, he had been.
Her oblivion, her delight, her home and her man
Now lost to her and this world, this was never in their plan.
Every now and again, she'd return to this moment and smile
To sit and be with him, let her self dream, just for a while.
The wine's bouquet held a memory, like he was there,
She could almost feel him run his fingers through her hair,
Then a laugh began to bubble in the back of her throat,
This cocktail of emotions, and only one she could note,
She raised the glass to her lips with a triumphant lift
Liquid swirls and her heart takes it in; a living memory, like a gift.
A poem about a woman unable to overcome her fear of trusting and sharing her feelings with the one she loved
My heart waits for unrequitedness
And then my speech is free
My mind tells me I'm safe to feel
When hearts no longer feel for me
It's a pattern of behaviour
And a rhythm I can't break
It's my heart and head I battle
Then my confession comes too late
I've loved and lost before
I've always wanted to resolve
I've never understood myself,
Or how my head and heart revolve,
It's my fault, my selfish stuttering, my emotion - I've denied
When you asked me and you held me
My mouth shut me away and lied
A short poem of decleration
I want to say so much to you,
I want to win your heart.
I want to keep your eyes alight
I should've said from the start...
Said that you are beautiful,
Ignite your heart and hold your tears.
Said, to me you are always everything,
Taken steps and fought your fears
I want to say your beautiful
That you're right and I've been blind.
I want to say you mean everything
I can't take you off my mind
Leaves, falling like snow, The contrast – Delights. Colours, twist and turn; Nostalgia – Ignites