Clear Hearts and Minds | Short Poem No. 75

Take a breathe a think with clear hearts and minds
before regrets fill up all of our time. “

Clear hearts and minds
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I just wanna stop and take a minute.
I just wanna stop and say how I feel.
And I just wanna stop to get with it.
And I just wanna say it all for real.

Let’s stop with all the ambiguity.
Let’s not be afraid to speak with our hearts.
Just meet face-to-face and speak plain to me.
Chains are only as strong as their weak parts.

When times are hard I just wanna close up.
Don’t give me nothing I don’t wanna take.
Time to walk away ’cause I’ve had enough.
Don’t give me nothing I don’t wanna make.

Take a breathe and think with clear hearts and minds
before regrets fill up all of our time.

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Don’t You Know You’re Worth It? | Short Poem No. 67

Oh my baby, don’t you know you’re worth it?
All the money in the world can’t buy you,
or the richest of men come and work it,
or the smartest scholars, with words so true.
You said “No!” to the sweet poets’ romance
and the lawyer with the strong arguments.
Doctors couldn’t even prescribe a chance
and the athletes quickly became past tense.

But this young, poor boy won you attention
with his simple and warm, true affection.

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Hold my Hand | Poetry Remix No. 7

“So, here I end my silly little rhyme.
Hold my hand so I can feel that you’re mine.”

The shape of your hand fits perfect in mine.

That makes me so happy that we are us.

We go together in space and in time.

All though my hands are bigger (what’s the fuss?).

Sometimes I just cannot wait to go home;

do something we would call “stupid” with you:

Like eat while we watch our favorite show.

Some hot dogs and pickles. You love that, too.

If it’s a bad day, you are my escape.

When it’s worse, you will always make it great.

You always teach me love when there is hate.

And the way our hands fit, it must be fate.

So, here I end my silly little rhyme.

Hold my hand so I can feel that you’re mine.

Friends, this poem, to me, is meant to be something very uncomplicated but beautiful. It represents the most simple things you can do as a couple. But it is those little moments that you sometimes hold most dear to your heart.

If you liked those post, please also check out “Hold my Hand. . .” by psychologistatwork, another great short poem about not letting go of the one you love. Also, check out the original version of this post, “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”

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Endlessness | Short Poem No. 52

The sea’s endlessness.

We walk the beach together.

Our love, eternal.

Friends, this concludes my week of Haiku. How do you like the final post? I really feel this one in my heart; the perfect conclusion.

If you liked this post, also check out the heartfelt “Haiku – Stranger” by Val Boyko. Also, if you haven’t yet, please read my Haiku from yesterday, “Young and Tender.”

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Delicate Flowers – Short Poem No. 49

Delicate flowers

are epitomes of you

dressed pretty in pink.

This Haiku is submitted for the BrewNSpew Coffee Break. Also check out my other recent Haiku, “Thin White Lines.”

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