Love is…

sitting in a dim room, on the sofa,
wearing your favorite tube top
and tight-fitting low-rise jeans,
channel surfing and making stupid jokes,
while twirling your hair,
glancing at the clock,
watching the seconds go by…
tick, tick, tick,

waiting for the phone to ring,
waiting to hear his voice.
You reach for the phone,
but hesitate.

Instead, you push the curtain aside,
and hope his silver car pulls in
to your driveway
for a surprise
visit.

An hour passes,
you sit on the sofa
and channel surf.

Love is…

putting balls
of cookie dough
on a baking sheet,
placing it on the oven rack
and watching it rise,

smelling the sweet aroma,
thinking of Pillsbury
dough boy’s
cute, little laugh
and how you would like
to make your boy
laugh

just like that, as you imagine
standing on the steps,
ringing his doorbell,
greeted by his smile
as he sweeps
you into a sweet embrace
and later cuddle
by the fireplace
eating chocolate chip cookies,

salivating with pleasure
and longing.
In reality, you sit
at the kitchen table
eating sugar cookies
alone.

Love is…

when you put all his stuff
in a cardboard box.
His Raiders jacket
that he let you wear
when it started to pour,
ticket stubs to “Just My Luck”
and other chick flicks
you dragged him to see.

Birthday cards and teddy bears,
hand-made gifts and poetry
sealed with a kiss,
memories of love,
memories to be forgotten,
placed at his doorstep
in the pouring rain.

Love is…

driving in your car
heading to God knows where,
listening to sappy love songs
from the static-filled radio
that is drowned out by the rain.

You watch the swish,
swish, swish
of your window wipers,
mesmerized.
It sweeps away the raindrops

as your hand sweeps
away your tears,
pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
like the drums

of your heart.
It gets foggy,
you can’t really see
what’s going on.
Slam on the brakes,
maybe it’ll clear up,
maybe not.

You smile, you laugh,
you don’t know why
as you drown
in tears.

Love is…
unrequited,
love is…
blind.

Addicted to His Words

If you own a cell phone, enjoy text messaging and have experienced romantic feelings, I’m sure this poem will speak to you =)

Addicted to His Words

Lying on cotton pillows
with silk embracing skin,
wrapped in fleece blankets,
moments from oblivion,
awaiting sweet slumber.

The scent of roses
drifts in your nose,
an intense feeling
of ecstasy,
yawning and stretching,
curled into a ball,
waiting to dream
of nirvana, utopia
or their synonmyms.

Eyelids droop down,
breathing slows down,
but you refuse to sleep
for the heart is not content,
beating with anticipation
as hands clench metal,
unwilling to let go,
ears perked, waiting
for the sound.

“Beep, beep..”
a smile creeps
onto your lips.
A SMS,
you’re addicted
to his words,

Goodnight Text Message

Beauty in Silence

I hope everyone had a great Valentine’s Day last Friday.  To help you continue some of that romance, I’d like to share a sweet love poem with you.

Beauty in Silence

On a wooden bench,
we sit
with our endearing
shadows.
Your arm
around my shoulder,
my head on yours.

Fuzzy cashmere
brushes my cheek
as we watch
cars zoom by -
a flash of metal,
a puff of dust.

A squirrel scurries
across the lawn
as the sprinklers
turn on
with the scent
of Spring.

The breeze ruffles
your hair.
Tulips waver
side to side.
Leaves float
to the ground,
a gentle sound.

The sky changes colors,
the sun drops down
as your breathing
joins with mine.
Watching
the world go by.

Watching the World Go By

 

 

Young Love

With Valentine’s Day slowly approaching, I wanted to share a sweet poem about young love.

Young Love

Bon soir, midnight -
a starless sky
full of cotton-
candy clouds.

Between them
are figurines -
a sea horse, a dog,
a character,
a bunny with a gun -
imaginings,
ink blot tests
of the mind.

In the distance,
the shape, of
water slides,
and a sky light
shining colors
of the world.

Before us,
the crystal lake,
like a diamond
shimmering
with orange,
so quiet, so still.

The geese, they sing
for us
as we lay
together.

I can feel
your body
moving, breathing
next to mine.

Your arm
wraps around
me.  It feels
so warm, so tight,
so right…

Frozen in Time, The Beat Goes On

This was a fun poem I wrote based on the theme of music.  It’s one of my favorite pieces because I just love the musical rhythm and the fact that I was pretending to be a man.

Frozen in Time, The Beat Goes On

Sparkling glitter and gold,
swaying side to side,
she captures my eyes
keeping me hypnotized.
Longing for her touch,
wanting to know her name,
my heart beats faster
as I gasp for breath.
The beat goes on.

Music filling my ears,
her body filling my mind,
I dance and dance
swinging and shaking
trying to catch her eye,
waiting … longing …
hesitating …

holding my breath,
she looks my way
and I am lost.
lost in my mind,
frozen in time,
caught in her eyes
hypnotized.
The beat goes on.

Working her way
through the crowd,
sliding and gliding
to be by my side.
She’s grasping my hand,
I’m gasping for air,
but without a care,
she dances,
seducing me with her hips.
The beat goes on.

How can I ever forget
the girl who captured my heart?
The girl like an angel,
but with mischief in her eyes.

My little witch
who kept my heart beating
as our bodies swayed,
lips met, minds collide.

On that special night,
our souls touched
and I lost my sight,
blinded by love.
The beat goes on.

Disco Psychedelic Dance

Writing Challenge

Now it’s your turn

  • Write a poem based on the theme of music and post it in the comments below.