poet’s corner: I hid my love by John Clare (english poet 1793-1864)

I hid my love when young till I Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly; I hid my love to my despite Till I could not bear to look at light; I More »

Love for a Hand

Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white, And soon down ladders of reflected light The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually They separate on paths of long ago, Each winding on More »

Greatest Love

You bring me laughter when I’m down, Always there to lift my frown… You hold me tight when I’m cold, You’ll stand by me till I grow old… Loving me like no More »

A Lucky Escape

Lucky escape Our time ran short, But quite enough, You put me through, Unforgivable stuff. Hindsight is wonderful, But comes too late, I wasnt in time, To save my fate. It cut More »

Of Love Poems

You can’t write a love poem these days, even the poem doesn’t want it, it wants to be a marching song, an outraged movement, a raving anthem with bloodstained robes and flesh More »

Greatest Love

You bring me laughter when I’m down, Always there to lift my frown… You hold me tight when I’m cold, You’ll stand by me till I grow old… Loving me like no More »

The Light Of My Life

In the darkness, I found your light. When all was hopeless, your beauty shown bright. When I thought that I could love no more. You touched my heart, to the very core. More »

My Saviour

Before you found me I was alone and lost you saved me from the cold that icy winter frost you protect me from all you know what to do you love me More »

Pain of missing

These days are killing me These days i have many pain These days i have to agree Live without you drive me insane These weeks i feel lonely These weeks i have More »

I’m missing you

My heart aches within from missing you, My lips long for the feel of kissing you, Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin, To look into your eyes More »

Love After Love – Poem

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

When I look into your eyes

When I look into your eyes, I am nothing but surprised.
I know about your past and how it didn’t last,
How you got hurt, burnt, Abused and used,
and i bet your confused.

You deserve better, if not always and forever.
You said you didn’t care, But you couldn’t bare,
Isn’t it such a scare.

Let me into your life and Ill show you that I care.
Like an endless dream Ill always be there.
I know your busy but please make time.
Working so much should be a crime.

poet’s corner: I hid my love by John Clare (english poet 1793-1864)

I hid my love when young till I

Couldn’t bear the buzzing of a fly;

I hid my love to my despite

Till I could not bear to look at light;

I dare not gaze upon her face

But left her memory in each place;

Where’er I saw a wild flower lie

I kissed and bade my love goodbye.

Love for a Hand

Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,
And soon down ladders of reflected light
The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually
They separate on paths of long ago,
Each winding on his arm the unpleasant clew
That leads, live as a nerve, to memory.

But often when too steep her dream descends,
Perhaps to the grotto where her father bends
To pick her up, the husband wakes as though
He had forgotten something in the house.
Motionless he eyes the room that glows
With the little animals of light that prowl

Poems for Family

Just as the earth goes through seasons, so does a family in the course of time endure seasons. Falling in love, marriage and the birth of a children are times of renewal like Spring. Long pleasant periods of calm are like the feeling of an endless Summer. As we and our children grow older, our leaves start to change. We start to experience Autumn. This may seem like dying but it is only signs of a new phase of life. Crises and hardship are times for the family to stay close together, help each other out and endure the frigid winds of change. This period is akin to Winter. Life is full of seasons and changes which are best experienced with the support of friends and family.

Goodbye

I get lonelier and lonelier and then I eat all the pink capsules for dinner.
How come I never get any telegrams?
It’s surprisingly easy to be enraged in a ruffled dress.
Look at yourself in the reflection of your flask.
You used to be a hobby of mine.

Greatest Love

You bring me laughter when I’m down,
Always there to lift my frown…
You hold me tight when I’m cold,
You’ll stand by me till I grow old…
Loving me like no other,
Gentle and sweet just like a
mother…

Your love is pure forever true,
Inside my heart is a place for you…
The touch of your lips against my
skin,
Softness so smooth brushing along
my chin…
Words of compassion forever sweet,
How ever was I so lucky to have
meet…

My dearest love I hold so dear,
For never do I have to fear…
Honest and truthful in loving me,
Always and forever it is she…
The woman I love and have given
my heart,
To live this life and never depart…

A Lucky Escape

Lucky escape

Our time ran short,
But quite enough,
You put me through,
Unforgivable stuff.

Hindsight is wonderful,
But comes too late,
I wasnt in time,
To save my fate.

It cut me deep,
Right to the core,
My battered heart,
Could take no more.

Of Love Poems

You can’t write a love poem these days, even the poem doesn’t want
it, it wants to be a marching song, an outraged movement, a raving

anthem with bloodstained robes and flesh under its nails, a sunset
that bounces back from the horizon to reclaim its space. We are

inside-out bards, cynicism dripping from our quills, the words to our
sonnets curling their lips in disdain, love somehow staring at itself

I miss you daddy

Daddy come back.
I want you back.
Why did you have to go.
It’s just not the same without you.
We still get mail with your name on it.
It makes me sad every time i see the envelopes.
Mommy’s always crying.
She’s always yelling too.
She makes me cry a lot but not as much as you.
I’m always thinking about you.
Your always making me teary-eyed.
I love you daddy why did you have to go.
I miss you a lot but you obviously don’t know.
Otherwise you wouldn’t have had to go.
God makes me mad because he took you away.