Reckless Love | Poetry Remix No. 20

People say you have a reckless love.
But I don’t believe that’s true.
I think you thought about it, for a good, long time.
In fact, I’m told you cried thinking about it that night. . .
You cried for me. . .

I guess that’d mean your love was not an impulse.
You’re not like me. . .
I’m always changing, swaying like the ocean.
Your heart is prudent.
You’re like an artist, putting careful thought into every detail.
And when you complete your work, you carefully carry it,
protecting from accidental damage.

I heard you’re wild, audacious,
but I don’t believe you’re any of these things.
You were careful and cautious when
my soul was on the line.
No, your love wasn’t reckless.
It was the most tender, caring love
that saves my reckless heart.

Time to Run Away | Sonnet | Remix No. 17

Time to run away and never come back.
So. . .can you feel me? No, of course you don’t.
You never see me, or much less than that.
I’m all alone, even when I go home.

Time to run away and never come back.
The whole world is waiting, so why am I?
I’ve never been more ready to attack.
I’ll live my life – my way – before I die.

Time to run away and never come back.
I’ve made my world as I imagined it.
But, still, I’m cold with the clothes on my back
and love from strangers leaves me desolate.

When I ran away, I didn’t go back.
I remember it was snowing that day.
Like death from winter, my days now turn black.
I wrote my fortune, but it’s not that way.

Where is all the love I dreamed there would be?
Last night I dreamed I didn’t run away.
But as hard as I try, I can’t break free
from nightmares in my mind that come in the day.

It snowed the day I decided to stay.
A sober light woke my nightmare away.

Poem in His Pocket | Poetry Remix No. 16

He had a poem in his pocket.
But like a locket, it was closed.
He bided his time, when he felt fine,
when his heart might be as designed.

He scribbled his poem to paper.
Now, he can’t be a traitor.
Out on today’s field, his poem
would be the weapon he’d wield.

The poem burned in his pocket,
words shooting like a rocket.
Soon she’ll be where he sees her,
and cupid’s arrow will flare.

Finally, they’ll fall in love,
fall with all their might.
The poem will win all affection,
because he wrote every word just right.

But as he went home,
there it still hid.
perhaps another day,
the poem in his pocket.

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Roses are Red | A Cute Poem | Poetry Remix No. 14

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Clear is how much that I need you.
But when you leave five minutes straight,
don’t you know I hyper-ventilate?

Roses are red, violets are blue.
But do you think you need me, too?
‘Cuz you’re the band in my guitar.
So promise me, don’t break my heart.

Roses are red, violets are blue.
Your midnight hair is pretty, too.
It smells so nice when you walk by;
stunning perfumes can make me die.

Roses are red, violets are blue.
And I”m so glad I went with you:
The cutest girl out on the street,
and cutest boy – yep, that’d be me!

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As She Glances at Me | Poetry Remix No. 13

14 line poem, she glances at me
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I write this poem as she glances at me. . .

I walked into the room,  I stuttered.

What did my eyes see?

An image of pure beauty fluttering

before my eyes – as I was dreaming of what to be.

She was sitting down all relaxed and calm,

while my heartbeat crept fast.

She laughed, like she held me in her palm

with strings controlling me like a marionette.

Why can women be so cruel to a young man –

By burying our hearts with just a laugh?

And giving us a quick, flirty glance now and then?

Shooting their perfumes to us with cruel intentions?

Or does she just not know the games she’s playing?

Didn’t she make the moves that I thought she made?

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Beauty and a Beast | Acrostic | Short Poem No. 79

beauty and a beast
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Beauty and a Beast.
Energy and Transformation.
Memories and Forever.
Intimacy and Joy.
Near and Far.
Everything equals Us.

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