My Love has Fallen | Haiku | Short Poem No. 99

my love has fallen
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My Love has Fallen
Like Autumn Leaves in Crisp Air.
But You Left me Bare.

Friends, have you been giving out your love to someone that hasn’t been giving it back?

I Thought You Were a Rose

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I Thought You Were a Rose | Short Poem No. 98

I thought you were a rose.
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I always thought you were a rose.
Once, I leaned in near to you
to smell your wonderful fragrance
and to admire your deep beauty.
And as I got close, I felt your prickers
pierce deep into my skin.
I always expected this
(every rose has its thorns).
But as i drew back,
I saw you’re nothing but a cactus.
And I have nothing but a bloody finger.

The Best Things are Unexpected

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The Best Things are Unexpected | Poetry Remix No. 28

the best things are unexpected
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The best things are unexpected.
The best things come out of nowhere
and come when we feel connected.

Like when a kiss is expected.
I opened the door and you’re there. . .
My attention. . . redirected.

And perfume has me affected
while it dances through-out the air.
Feelings of love are suspected.

When our smiles are reflected,
these emotions. . . my heart can’t bare.
But the moment is perfected.

And our souls will be corrected
in the long embrace that we share.
We won’t leave our care neglected.

So, in words that I’ve collected
to say this simple truth, I swear;
this strange law can be elected:
The best things are unexpected.

Whew…. this was a hard one for me to write! My first shot at a Villanelle poem. I got the idea from Yaskhan, so please check out their post, “To A Lustrous Dawn.” It’s also a remake of one of my old poems, “Love Hug Kiss,” so please check that out, too, if you’d like.

Also, please check out my last post, “Like Footprints in Sand,” if you haven’t yet.

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Tired of the Same Old Every Day | Short Poem No. 94

Tired of the Same Old Every Day
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Tired of the Same Old every day.
When every fight becomes just like old news.
Don’t you ever just want to get away;
Tired of caring for what you might lose?

I may come back and say that I’m sorry.
But I also might not come back at all.
I may wish that my old heart is sorry.
But then I might not be walking so tall.

See, I’m a songster and this is my song.
But will I ever really run away?
An artist will paint his heart into song;
And I’ll write the words that I’ll never say.

No, I don’t want to hear about it – No!
Because I’m somewhere far away from here.

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I Broke Your Heart | Short Poem No. 92

I broke your heart
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I broke your heart
and made you cry.
I can’t ever
take that back.

I didn’t watch
with my mind’s eye.
I can’t ever
simply go back.

When I toss words
out to the sea.
They float to none;
only to me.

But when I toss
words to a friend.
I can’t redo
that bitter end.

Can I redo
that bitter end?

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