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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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.

 

Photo by zelle duda on Unsplash.

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.