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.

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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.

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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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Hands Fit Perfectly In Mine | Short Poem No. 7

Your hands fit perfectly in mine.

I’m so happy we’re us.

We fit together like two perfect hands,

Even though mine are much bigger than yours.

Hands fit perfectly

Sometimes I can’t wait to go home,

And do something “stupid” with you.

Like Watch our favorite TV.

Or eat something silly like

Hot dogs and pickles. We always love that.

If it’s a bad day, You’re an escape.

If it’s a bad day, you make it great.

It must be fate that we’re together

because your hands fit perfectly in mine.

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If you liked this post, also check out “Dear love,” by ellie894, as well as my post “Love Hug Kiss.”

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No Plea Except Guilty | Short Poem No. 6

I have no plea, so what can I say?

I’ve gotten myself in trouble again.

Because, like a long reverb, you stay inside my head

as every word you say slowly, slowly drifts away.

And now I’m in trouble again

because you’re a song that’s on repeat

as I’m drifting down the street.

But love won’t hear my plea to set me free.

No plea

So now I’m sucked in and it’s no contest.

My mind and soul have no rest

because of this emotional distress.

I’m in trouble as I’m captive to you.

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If you like this poem, check out “This Poetic Love!” by Warren Richards, as well as my own post “Love Hug Kiss.”

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Hawaiian Islands | Short Poem No. 5

In the Hawaiian Islands:

While the breeze was cool

and being evening, it was dark outside.

The lights were glowing bright

as the fire burned inside our hearts.

And, as we sat there, I told you that we’d never part.

While Hawaiian band played, that steel guitar sold my heart.

Hawaiian Islands

Meanwhile, your skin was tanned, glowing by the fire.

And, in your hand, my soul hung by a wire.

As you spoke, the feelings we acquired

above all, were of the future we desired.

There, you took my love with skill and art.

While Hawaiian band played, that steel guitar sold my heart.

If you liked this post, also check out “courtship and romance”  by JackCollier7, as well as my own post “Roses Red Violets Blue.”

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Moments Notice | Short Poem No. 4

In a moments notice I was in another place.

My feet walk on the hot sand.

A cool ocean breeze runs through my hair.

Your fingers settled in between mine.

The world had it’s worries but we forgot to care.

Can a moment like this stretch into eternity,

when you look into someone’s eyes?

moments notice

But time always moves on.

The moment always dies.

And you look back and dream,

wishing of another day;

to be again in that moment.

But as you dream of the past,

today, the moment that could have been,

slowly drifts away.

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If you liked this post, check out “Time Flies” by KaylaAnn, as well as my own post “Labor Day is Gone.”

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