Hello all! it has been a bit since I last posted. been fighting off a sinus infection and I just did not feel like getting on and posting much. Not a lot going on lately other than being sick. That said, I am going to post a few of my poems tonight. I know there are a couple of you out there that read my blog and I’d like to know what you think. I am not one to use a lot word tricks or anything really clever, it is just basic emotions I have put down on paper over the years that happen to rhyme. So I will submit these now and I will get back to blogging more consistently.
The first one here is call “Moments”. I don’t usually title anything I write, but I felt this needed something. I wrote this many years ago when I was in college.
A Dream
A Sigh
A Wave good-bye
A Touch
A Kiss
A Moment of Bliss
A Spark
A Fire
A Tremble of Desire
A Hug
A Grin
A Quick thought of sin
A Hope
A Tear
A Sudden rush of fear...
You see, it is a simple poem, but I do think it says a bit about how and what we can experience, especially with that certain someone. A lot of my poems back in my younger days were about lost love, yearning, longing for that one true love. I suppose a lot of young men feel the same way. I had this jumble of emotions and confusion in myself and I wasn’t sure how to express it other than in my poetry.
Now this next one is also about love. It is what I thought the ideal love would be like. It’s very idealistic and probably not based in reality, but that is the great thing about love; it doesn’t have to make sense. It is called “Love is”.
Love is just one moment in time; yet it lasts forever.
Love is when two people meet and they realize that the other is the one.
Love is holding hands and stolen kisses on a long summer night.
Love is being there the next morning.
Love is elusive; but when caught, love never goes away
Love is confusing, but love brings understanding.
Love is looking into eyes and trembling inside.
Love is a living thing. It needs care and attention to make it grow.
Love is being there every day and every night.
Love is a flame that burns eternally.
I guess it is kind of sappy and hokey now that I see it written out again. I still think it holds true though. Love doesn’t change, the way we see it and feel it does however. Young love is full of passion, lust and energy. It is though long walks, those stolen moments of love when you are next to that certain person. Older love becomes more pragmatic and practical. It is just as strong, but you’re there for when things go wrong more, just because more can go wrong when you’re older.
I will leave you tonight with this last short verse. everyone has the capacity to love. It’s whether or not we believe in ourselves and allow ourselves to feel. That in turn, runs the risk of being hurt, but you can’t never love if you don’t try.
If you can breathe you can love.
If you can love you can give.
If you can give you can live.
If you can live you can love.
Take care all. I will be posting again soon.
Take care