Category: Poems

Too Loved

Why do you love me so much?

I am just ordinary, no sense of extraordinary

just human and broken and such.

I have scars, marks and other imperfections.

My soul is fragile, disillusioned

as a result of so much deception.

So why do you love me so much?




How intricate and beautiful the body is,

microscopic cells working simultaneously

performing different functions as you sit there and contemplate,

taking for granted the billions of actions occurring at that instant.

The sun touching your skin, changing it to a rosy color as your veins rise,

rise to the surface and particles of sweat dew your skin.

The smell of the fresh air and sound of laughter inspires your brain

to release hormones that fill your body with warmth and joy.

How intricate and beautiful the body is.

I May Not Be Her

I may not be her,

The woman who clouded your dreams with her beauty.

I may not be her,

The woman you always desired but you were never available when she was.

I may not be her,

The woman you had loved who ran away that you so desired to win back.

Yet, love works in the most unexpected ways joining two individuals,

two strangers to cross paths and grow.

Our distinctness intertwines in the strangest ways

But as long as I am happy and you are too,

I’ll forever spend the rest of my life with you.

Same old song

It’s the same old song the dancer recognizes

time and time again.

Never ending waltz that comes on–

just a different partner to give her that same rush

through her veins.

She recognizes that she’s just being played

like any mere fool.

Yet, the pain she endures as she dances

seems to be her fuel.


Slow breeze whispers its sweet stories of adventure from the seas

as the sun kisses the skin that longs for attention.

The waves crash onto the sizzling sand

to then fizzle out into the abyss of the ocean.

The condensed water collects on the outside of your chilled drink-

reminder that it is yet again summer.


Appearance of an Angel

Appearance of an angel but the

greatest secrets are hidden in the

most unlikely places.

Voice of an angel but the greatest speakers

are the best manipulators.


Containing Flames

She’s just trying to contain a flame

that wants to spread wild.

Appearances are just face value;

the truth about her is being buried,

buried beneath the stones that have been

thrown at her across the many years.

A constant battle between

being who she wants to be-unchained and free-

and being what is accepted

in the world that surrounds her.



Have You?

Have you?

Have you ever really looked at the snow?

Watched the flakes fall until they touch the ground,

Accumulating into fluffy piles.

Have you ever really looked at the snow?

Watched the flakes as they touch the glass window,

Only to melt from the heat penetrating through

From your home.

Delicate, crystalline structures that fall from the sky

Only waiting to penetrate the soil.

One day returning to their original home in the sky again.


The Dream

This is a great poem I found online called The Dream.

I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.

I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.

I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether

dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can’t dream myself awake a third time.

David Solway

Oh, That Sweet Drink He Gives Me

Oh, That Sweet Drink He Gives Me

Oh, that sweet drink he gives me,

Filling my veins instantaneously with its poison,

Somehow making every single particle of my body

Electrified and content.

Oh, that sweet drink he gives me,

Only satisfies the heart and soul only temporarily,

With a crash and burn that follows after,

Similar to that of the fish

Who after being allured by the bait,

Becomes the meal of another.

Oh, that sweet drink he gives me,

Just enough to get me to beg for more,

Never enough to keep me satisfied.

This addiction has only just begun,

Evidently it is just too late.

Oh, that sweet drink he gives me,

Destroys the very soul to bits and pieces,

Never getting the satisfaction I desire.

It is reaching the end of this bottle,

I keep asking for more,

Yet there is no more left in store.