Love and Shadows | Short Poem No. 41

This poem is about Love and Shadows

I hide in my music – sometimes my only friend.

I hide in my poems because You gave me this pen.

I close my eyes and I drift away

to a place other than today.

I know that You love me, it’s clear in your words.

but when I don’t feel You, darn, it hurts.

Sometimes I’m alone; I cry by myself.

But when You were alone You felt what I felt.

Love and Shadows

I hide in the shadows; I hide under Your wings.

I hide when I’m thinking too much about things.

Sometimes I break down, but I know You still love me.

You’ll never leave me, and that’s what consoles me.

Take away the way I do feel today.

Take away the way I do feel always.

Take away the way I do. . . I pray,

Take away the way. . . take it all away.

“Keep me as the apple of Your eye; hide me in the shadow of Your wings.” Psalm 17:8.

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If you liked this post, also check out “Those Days” by Alexis Rose, as well as my own poem, “Don’t Quit.”

Love and Shadows.

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Cold Alone and Forgotten – Short Poem No. 40

Have you felt cold alone and forgotten?

I’m looking forward into this grey divide,

where light meets dark.

It’s chilling where I am right now,

but as I look forward,

I’m only blinded by the colder,

emptier oblivion of the unknown.

I could imagine a time of summer,

when all that I see now was warm and green.

But, all I see is dark. . . grey. . . loneliness.

cold alone and forgotten

And there’s no friend by my side to comfort me,

except for the Spirit of a benevolent God.

A benelovent God who, by the way,

led me here to this trepidatious wilderness.

There is nothing left to do now but,

embrace the lonely chill that shivers up my spine,

and step forward, one foot at a time,

cold alone and forgotten.

Photo by Pascal Brändle on Unsplash.

If you liked this, check out my as well as my own poem, “Winter Trees” by Walt Page and my own poem “Depression Test.”

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Love and Money | Short Poem No. 39

This poem is about love and money – and a dream.

I’m laying down – I’m not the kind of guy that needs to get up.

I’m living the life and leisure and luxury – money falling from the skies.

I give my baby everything that she wants – perfume and chocolate.

And every night I take her out, and boy does she love it!

I’m only living in a dream; it’s not as it seems.

I’m just a dreamer, but I’m yours. 

I may not have a dime to my name, no game,

but baby, I’m yours.

love and money

Other chumps, they work hard jobs.

They get their hands dirty, their hair falls out from stress.

But not me – I’m always clean and cool,

and baby, why don’t you go buy that new dress?

I’m only living in a dream; it’s not as it seems.

I’m just a dreamer, but I’m yours. 

I may not have a dime to my name, no game,

but baby, I’m yours.

The alarm goes off and then reality hits.

It’s time to wake up to the fact I’m not rich.

But, baby, if I was a billionaire,

I’d still sell you my heart just to know that you care.

(Does a boy need love and money to dream?)

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If you liked this poem, check out “Kitchen Knives’ Tale” by Ortensia and my own poem, “14 Line Poem.”

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Will I Write Again Today? | Short Poem No. 38

Will I write again today? Let my heart bleed through my pen?

Let all the things that I forgot flood back into my head?

I open up my heart as I mark down on the paper. . .

and that paper cuts me like a dagger.

What a release, when the words flow from my heart.

I breathe again when I write, but it reminds me that I hurt.

Will I Write Again Today

Living life dumb and dull, I can make it through the day.

But I’m haunted again – reminded why I run away.

Beneath a callused skin, tender feelings prick again.

Beneath a callused heart, tender emotions still run thin.

What a release, when the words flow from my heart.

I breathe again when I write, but it reminds me that I hurt.

You can have my heart, I’ll spill it on this paper.

And when I’m all alone, you might hear me whimper.

Should I stop it all? Leave my heart behind?

Only tomorrow will tell – if I’ll write again next time.

Photo by Hello I’m Nik on Unsplash.

If you liked this poem, please check out “Plight for a Pen” by Ashwini.B and my own post “Regrets of the Dying.”

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Dancing in the Rain | Short Poem No. 37

Have you ever been dancing in the rain?

I lean outside my window.

Why are the clouds so grey?

Today is the day I planned to see you.

Why must this world put my love on delay?

You call me on the phone,

I hear your sweet voice.

This weather attempts to leave me depressed

but this romance leaves me no choice.

So I swing by your work and I drag you outside.

You give me your protests, but I won’t listen.

The clouds begin to pour – to ruin our day.

But I love how the raindrops makes your face glisten.

Dancing in the Rain

It may be raining, but I love you.

The dark clouds can’t deny that I can’t resist you.

So we’ll wash our souls in the rain

as we dance a dance for two.

The streets are flooding and our feet are wet.

The shopkeepers look at us like we’re crazy –

But who cares?

Love has made my best judgments lazy.

It may be raining, and I’m drowning in you.

My wet clothes can’t deny that I can’t resist you.

So we’ll wash our hearts in the rain

as we dance a dance for two. . .

Dancing in the rain. . .

Photo by Cole Keister on Unsplash.

If you liked this poem, check out “3.2.1 Quote ME! INNER BEAUTY!” by iScriblr as well as my own poem, “NYC Streets in Love.”

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Trees Blowing in the Wind. | Short Poem No. 36

“Trees Blowing in the Wind.”

Do you ever sit on the grass and feel the gentle breeze

blow over your face? The clouds break and the sun frees.

You breathe in, you breathe out. Life is beautiful when you’re at peace.

It’s so simple, yet so complex,

like a laugh, as it rises from your soul and escapes in your breathe.

Trees Blowing in the Wind

If I close my eyes, I can hear music play.

Maybe it’s the angels singing that, “Everything is okay.”

The worries will always be there. But I open my eyes.

I breathe in and out, and this is beautiful and I just realize.

It’s so simple, yet so sublime,

like a tear, as it rises from your soul and escapes your eye.

Life is beautiful.

Photo by Marc Kleen on Unsplash.

If you like this poem, check out “Mother and Child” by littleliteraturekc, as well as my own poem “Moments Notice.”

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