POEMS: The Chronicles of Failing In Love ( 7 poems)

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I could write to you, of a love so true,
But my dearest darling, it just won’t do.
For a love-laden poem, as sweet as would be
Has no fair recollections of any real feeling from me.
No amount of professions, no amount of poured passion
Would dare resume my confessions of love’s follow, you see.
To tell of love is shear poison, that of which the heart is breeched.
Were I to taint our love with poetry, an end would follow,
And just as surely be reached.
So I could write of you, of a love so very true,
But if you let it be so, then you must let this heart go.
For in my waking do I hear
The softest verses when you’re near.
And they are dear as spring itself,
But sprung in haste there’s nothing left.
So here I stand in silent bliss, resounding woes when you’re remiss.
I dare not write of your kiss nor eyes nor constant control of my reveries.
To be writing of such things would be the end of dreams for me.
I could write of a love so true,
Dare I say we live our love instead?

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1
It’s true you see me like a wave;
Both in and out, I often change,
Enfold and hold you for a moment
Then resume my soft returning
To the place I found before.

2
I come to you expecting so much;
Forgive that I’m a young and restless one.
But hoping all these little notions
That you might read my inward motions;
I should have guessed you could not do so.

3
Perhaps there’s something still anew,
When our lips perch; our fingers touch.
Still softly I retreat my steps,
And hope you will not hold me down.
I come and go; I hope you know I’m still around.

4
Too young for love, and yet I
Fight and scream to know it must be
A place where I won’t always ask why
I have to lead you on then run and flee
As if my heart would carry on somewhere else without me.

5
Change is first born in the heart
To strengthen willingness to siege
The things to make us run and start
Our life upon a moment when we
Are coming into bloom amidst the
Darkness and the gloom of our distress.

6
For waves of gold an amber grain
That move more like an angel’s wrist,
I stand and see a figure feign
That wanders o’er the saddened mist
Of God’s own brow, raised from the clouds
To let the sun finally come out again.

7
I’m dreaming and I’m wishing
That I won’t be so unsatisfied
With the lips that I should be kissing more
By every minute passing through the sighs
And soft embraces; here I’m facing
All my fears inside your tears of recognition
For my words, like ammunition
To your unguarded tower of despair.

8
Sometimes we’re near the cupid transfer and
Sometimes it seems you just don’t care.
It could be me, it could be me, maybe.
But you move like breeze over the sand
In me and I see that it hardly moves me at all.

How ever will the hover of love go passing us by?

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To the better place of the head
I should have known that we
Would be the one and only fortune gone.
You decided to be the one that I could call
On when I was not so misfortunate;
Why would I deny you?
So… Here I stand, alone by the stars so bright.
Tonight love lay down by our side,
I caught you on an evening flight
To heaven’s arms of our regard;
An endless prism of our inciting system of living hearts.
You may know me by now; you may know me not at all.
Of this much, too, I can recall our never feeling selfish hence;
The question comes in colors, notions, simple motions of affection.
These suggestions leave me be like something in the air you wear;
A breeze still stuck against your breast when breezes mean to do
Such things like care about you the way I do.
Dancing in and out of me like piano keys, you dance inside my head awhile;
You smile and laugh and touch at me like children to the flowerbeds.
You take my eyes and make them jump the sections of your lovely profile;
I confess I’m stuck on you like gum on the bottom of my shoe.
Dashing is the blaze of endless torches that are your eyes.

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Upon a wind-swept evening outside
Did I wish you from nowhere.
I stared into the blankness of the rhythm;
Found blank because it was not mine,
Found blank because I did not know you.
You who are a figured dream I cannot shake,
And O, how I dare not to.
Come ease my heart to sleep this night.
Make warmth between the vast and
Endless change I am to find with me.
I dream you from the wind,
And hope you’ll carry wayward to my window.
Tapping lightly in the night,
And I will know just where I should go;
Outside the door and find you there
Before my eyes inciting visions of disbelief,
For is my love now here before me?
And I will crawl into the wind with you again.
We’ll float away, into the night.
We’ll ride that deep blue inlet of the unknown plains;
Prisms fit and only fit for hearts that race the sun
And yearn to run so free and clear.
Upon a wind-swept evening outsideTonight,
How very much so did I wish that you were near.

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"There’s a rose that I find diffident to bloom;
Coming close but yet I remain reticent.
For scars of war have no bounds to scars of lovers’ thorns.
I will not let leave of my eyes from this enigmatic light.
If fails too soon my reservation, let me be not hindered
In the affairs of profession for my woeful reproach;
I’ll let that one good rap of fate give and smother;
Performing the duties of some interpretation, letting
Known to our likening hearts the true affairs of our demeanor."

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I know it’s not so easy.
I know my eyes don’t let it show.
I don’t think you’re supposed to know me.
It might be better if you’d let me go.

But if in the night you need some comfort,
You can use me if it makes you feel better,
Sleep longer; dream easier.
I know that it’s not right.
I wish I could be use to someone.
God knows how I’d make it workout,
If ever I knew there were a chance that I could change.

I know I’m hard on you sometimes.
Dissolving hearts are hard to hold.
You can use me if you like,
Just don’t hold on to me so close.
The winter’s coming when warmth is needed.
I’ll spend it all cold, when you’ll wish I’d come over.
I cannot give you what you want and wish and need.

I know it’s not so easy,
I know my eyes don’t let you know.
I don’t think you should want to know me.
It might be better if you let me go.

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Too lonely for a friend,
Too lazy for a lover.
Each night I comprehend,
Of how there is no other.
And all the other lovers know
That all my love was never there.
Though hard I tried to make it so,
The truth be told, I never cared.
For lips I hold were flung in haste,
And now they're cold, a bitter taste.
I have not kissed but lovers’ lips.
I have not ventured worthier trips.
I know not where love lies.
For looking and its place,
A heart that looks alone.
For eyes without that face,
An absence not condoned.
These eyes are simply staring on,
For sky and sea and something more.
The windows to a soul undone;
True reason seasons nothing more.
For looks were cast but never found,
And so these feet were never bound,
To that small space she keeps of ground,
A life of never-ending love that she surrounds.
Perhaps, and nothing more will be unsaid.
Perhaps, and none, these dreams, were to be wed.
I wanted more but looked for less,
I loved the dream, but not the rest.
To wake up is the why,
So softly do I fall inside/tonight,
For every moment I let die.

THE END.