love

Your Pretty Blue Eyes

/ Janice / 23 Comments

Your pretty blue eyes
sparkle in the sun
And your waist length locks
flow around you when you run

Your voice so clear, I hear
up and down the hall
Bosoms just perfect
above a waist so small

Your complexion always
looks beautifully Photoshopped
And ten guys line up each time
your books, you’ve dropped

We all admire you from afar
and wish we could be you
After we talk about your fakeness
and secretly hate you

This poem is fictional – about how an unpopular group of girls might view the popular girl in school.  I’ve always thought it ironic how popular girls are envied and hated at the same time. Linking up at dVersePoets this evening.

I Am Near

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Image

Photo By @ProjectAlicia / Alicia Ann Photography

I Am Near

Our distance

though as immeasurable

as the vastness

of the sea

Is really closer than

two specks of sand

side by side

on the beach

For we are connected

by Love

A force greater than

the raging tide

more powerful

than time

and can leap over

thousands of miles

with but a

single beat

of

the

heart.

Birth

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Dedicated to my 3 beautiful kids!

Birth

I waited so long to see you
and imagined your beautiful
face a million times plus one

I went through numerous lists
to find out what to call you
when the waiting’s finally done

I thought of a thousand things
that could go wrong
and keep us apart forever

I dreamnt a hundred dreams
where we danced
and sung lullabyes ever after

I labored to bring you into this world
so I could hold you dear

You gave me strength to push on
and persevere

Then we met
and the universe cheered…

Just A Collection

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Why is it so much easier to write about sadness and love? I’m perfectly happy in my marriage.

Maybe it’s because I can imagine what it might be like to lose what I have?

Or have I felt these things before, but didn’t recognize them?

Ah, love. So mysterious!

Collection

Four walls and a door
that’s always closed

Traps suffocating air
that’s gray and blue

A cold, lonely bed
of wishes and tears

Portraits which whisper
bittersweet memories

A room that collects
broken dreams