Kiss You Kiss Me | Short Poem No. 35

I just want to start off saying that I want to kiss you –

no use trying to hide it.

Let’s get right to the point

and I think you want to kiss me, too.

I could smell you when I walked into the hall.

Every step up the stairs

was a step closer to you.

Every step, my heart begins to fall.

I wouldn’t trade you for the world.

You’re my one and only,

always and forever,

because you are my world.

So let’s end this day together

like two kids still in love.

And as I hold you close,

you couldn’t be better.

And we kiss each others’ lips.

We float off into another heaven.

I’m lost in you

and away, everything else slowly drifts.

 

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If you liked this poem, check out “As They Are” by Jess C Scott/Eyes + Words, as well as my own poem “Symphony Hall.”

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Kiss You Kiss Me
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Are there Tears in Heaven? | Short Poem No. 34

Are there tears in Heaven?

I closed my eyes and breathed the air.

I stepped outside for the first time this week.

The long drive to work took far too long.

Will everyone see I’m so weak?

All my friends asked how I am.

But I’m just numb, living in my skin.

I nod my head, “I’m getting better now.”

It’s just a lie I’m living in.

I sat in my office and lost a tear.

And I called your name, but you’re not here.

I called your name, but you’re not here.

Are there tears in heaven?

Minutes pass like hours, hours like days.

But time is meaningless, a long dream.

A horrible illusion that I’ll never wake from.

This is real, more real than I want it to be.

I drove home and lost a tear.

And I called your name but you’re not here.

How long can you stare at the ceiling and feel nothing?

Can anything take this pain away?

I’m lost in my hurt and the world spins on.

I sit alone and finish the day.

I laid down and lost a tear.

And I called your name but you’re not here.

I wrote this down. . . and lost a tear. . .

And you’re still not here.

“You [God] keep track of all my sorrows. . . collected all my tears in your bottle. . . recorded each one in your book.” Psalm 56:8 NLT

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If you liked this post, check out “Only Tears Come” by KrishnaPriya108 and my own poem, “Forward Thinking.”

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Do you wonder, “Are there tears in heaven?”

Love Ride or Die | Short Poem No. 33

It’s all love ride or die.

Sometimes I’m here, but sometimes I’m not.

On this rollercoaster of love, we’re at the top.

What comes next, you know we’ll go down.

We’ll take a few turns, we’ll be upside down.

That’s where we’ll start to question, “Why are we here?”

Tell me do you question, “Why are we here?”

love ride or die

I heard you scream and yell,

no use trying to hide it.

I think I yelled too (can’t remember).

Time was flying by, January to December.

That’s when we started to question, “Why are we here?”

Tell me do you question, “Why are we here?”

This is why we’re here, so don’t have any fear.

This is why we’re here, I hope I make that clear (it’s love).

So hold on baby, it’s up and it’s down.

But I won’t let you go, even when we’re upside-down.

I won’t let you go.

I won’t let you go.

Life is a ride, it won’t finish until we’re dead.

But I promise that you’ll have me, even when we see red.

Every twist and turn, we’ll scream through this together.

I thought I told you, we’ll storm any weather.

So when we question, “Why are we here?”

This is why we’re here, I hope I made that clear (it’s love).

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If you liked this post, check out the poem Dive by AwkwardMailo and my own poem, Epic Friends.

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It’s all love ride or die.

Guys Like Me (Loser Lyrics) | Short Poem No. 32

This poem is for guys like me (loser lyrics).

Why am I always ten years late?

If love was life, I missed the date.

Twenty years gone and I still haven’t changed.

Forget about winning, I’m in the wrong game.

I’m a L-O-S-E-R but winning in the past.

I’ve got the gold medal but finishing last.

Guys like me, we like to drive around alone.

We drive for hours until we go home.

But we’re never late because no one’s waiting.

We’re never late, it’s a permanent vacation.

Guys Like Me (Loser Lyrics)

I’m a L-O-S-E-R but winning in the past.

I’ve got the gold medal but finishing last.

It’s time to pull myself together.

It’s not like me to be grey like the weather.

You never know if you should quit or if you should give in.

Or if you should tough it out and still think you can win.

It’s the modern day take on the classic loser theme song.

But sometimes I like to cry. . . and is that so wrong?

I’m a L-O-S-E-R but winning in the past.

I’ve got the gold medal but finishing last.

Maybe I’ll just keep driving.

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If you liked this poem, check out “FRIENDS… a simply poem” by Kevin Parish, and also my own post “Love and Money.”

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Guys like Me (Loser Lyrics).

Hidden Tears Left to Cry | Short Poem No. 31

We all have hidden tears left to cry.

I see you coming with rain drops in your hair.

Your eyes are weighed down with every single care.

But your walls are so high, you won’t let anyone dare

to come in, so I just watch afar with a prayer.

Hidden tears left to cry, cry them on my shoulder.

We say, “Hi,” and we talk for a moment.

But what did we say that, except for just a fragment

of meaningfulness, like a dance in a movement,

spinning around this pain that feels permanent.

Hidden tears left to cry, cry them on my shoulder.

Hidden Tears Left to Cry

I can see it so clear when I look in your eye,

the life that is lost when you let out your sigh.

And you walk away from me, feeling you’ll die

if you stay, or maybe you’ll just cry.

Hidden tears left to cry, cry them on my shoulder.

You’re so close, yet just beyond reach,

so I write you this letter that I’ll always keep.

But in my dreams, you read it and when we meet

and it will be beautiful to see.

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If you liked this post, check out “Happy” by Florawora, as well as my own post “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”

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Let It Go and Move On | Short Poem No. 30

Does your gut ever tell you to just let it go and move on?

I’ve been here a time or two

(just let it go).

It’s the same familiar smell

(just let it go).

And everyone’s still the same

(just let it go).

Everyone plays this game

(just let it go).

let it go and move on

I thought it’d be different now

(just let it go).

I thought I needed to make this right

(just let it go).

I’m ready to win this fight

(just let it go).

I thought I needed to make this right

(just let it go).

We all live our lives in circles

trying to relive the past.

Reaching for what we thought we lost

while losing what’s been in our grasp.

Let it go and move on.

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If you like this poem, also check out “Poem 92” by Luna, as well as my post “No Plea Except Guilty.”

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