14 Line Poem | Short Poem No. 13

A 14 line poem about love:

As I walked into the room I stuttered.

I couldn’t believe what my eyes did see.

But an image of pure beauty fluttered

before my eyes – a dream of what to be.

There, she was sitting down, relaxed and calm.

While my heartbeat crept fast and wouldn’t stop.

She laughed, as if she held me in her palm

strings controlling my marionette top.

14 line poem

Why can women be so cruel to young men

By burying our hearts with just a laugh?

And giving us short glances now and then?

Shooting their perfumes to us like a gaff?

Or did the girl not know the games she played?

Did she not make the moves I thought she made?

Photo by diGital Sennin on Unsplash.

This poem is written as a Sonnet. Check out this other great Sonnet, “A One Syllable Per Line Sonet” posted on Learn Fun Facts. You may also like another one of my poems, “Dancing in the Rain.”

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Don’t Quit | Short Poem No. 12

Don’t quit, stay.

Every day I see your faces.

Different situations, different phases.

A mom with A dead stare wondering who will be there.

The enthusiastic man wondering if he can.

Don't Quit

The girl with hopeless love wondering if she’s enough.

The man in chronic pain, slowly going insane.

Everywhere there’s different faces.

People going through different phases.

But you have to know it’s just a phase.

You have to believe it will be okay.

And, sometimes, there’s nothing else you have to do

but stay.

Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash.

For another great post about not quitting, check out “Don’t Quit!” by PRASHANTT, as well as another post of mine, “Let if Go and Move On,” for the few times in life when you should quit.

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Guerlain Vetiver | Short Poem No. 11

Guerlain Vetiver.

It’s familiar, yet different.

Like something lost in time.

Something of the smell the quality,

I picture an old English wood. A wool suit.

And as I write my poetry,

it takes me to another place.

A place by a fire, a bloodhound by my feet.

As I whimsically write away,

even in a newfound accent I’ve discovered myself to have.

Guerlain Vetiver

If I was an old Englishman, living in an old world,

I’d be the king of the country.

But, no, I live in the day of bubblegum and soap.

So, today, Chanel it is.

I may not rule the old world, but at least I’ll rule today.

Photo by Andre Hunter on Unsplash.

Check out Jeremy Fragrance if you need help with perfumes/colognes, as well as my post “How to Pick a New Perfume or Cologne.”

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Daydreaming | Short Poem No. 10

I’m sitting, daydreaming,

I miss her.

I’m lost in a moment,

But the moment’s not now.

Where is my mind when I try,

Try to live out my day?

I’m living in another place

And I don’t know why.

daydreaming

She caught me by surprise;

No, I wasn’t looking for this.

But then she grabbed me with her eye

As we were glancing across the way.

Now I’m living in a hazy world,

I’m with my friends

But they know I’m not there.

There’s only one thing I can say.

“Her.”

Photo by 90 jiang on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “In Love with Love” by Sameera Mansuri, as well as my own post “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”

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Forward Thinking | Short Poem No. 9

Forward thinking.
Not looking back
And not even looking around.
Just thinking forward.
Because, if it wasn’t for tomorrow,
what would be today?
Or, even worse,
if I was stuck in the past.

I guess you’d call that hope
and few other things last forever.

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And when there’s nothing else to hope for,
that is when people find their faith.

I always give myself
something to look forward too,
because if I only look at the daily mundane,
I’ll always just feel the same.

And it’s not every day
that something special happens.

Photo by Alexander Possingham on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out “Some days are better, some days are not.” by Winnie, as well as my own post “Tress Blowing in the Wind.”

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Raw Story | Short Poem No. 8

A raw story.

My heart is raw.
Hands wide open.
Take some of you and
deposit some hope in.

My soul is raw,
Mouth closed.
Less of me,
but making me free.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I see something coming
from the Giver.

Raw Story

My heart is raw,
been a few years.
But if it gets hard
there’s no more tears.

My soul is strong,
stronger every day.
When you lay it down
you’ll pick it up along the way.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I’ll get a new one
from the Giver.

Photo by Nicolae Rosu on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out Job 19:25-27 to see some of the inspiration for it, as well as my poem “Hurricane Path Map.”

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