love Poems and Poetry

Through the "why"...

arkufahl — Mon, 23 Jul 2012 14:46:53 -0700

It's so quiet now...
after all the buildings have fallen down,
and the smoke and the fire and the rubble have settled.
Though the embers are still warm,
they do not burn through the soles of my tattered shoes,
nor through the calloused palms of my hands.

I feel weak...
as I raise my head and see past the swollen lids of my eyes...
it seems like it was just yesterday...

I struggle to stand,
and my knees shake,
though I cannot tell if it is from being crouched for so long,
or because of the fear of what I feel I will inevitably see...
...why has this happened to me?

LeAvInG tRaCe

skywalker — Sat, 14 Jul 2012 23:24:07 -0700

You love me yes
I love you no.
Love stands for
no dependency.
Then I ran off
leaving you there
not alone.
If you were to ask
for reasons,
I would say no words.
My eyes would speak but
no one word.
My mind does not keeps
your aim
but am I moving by a
different sense?
When you grumped one thing
was true;
when you muttered:
We are both the same...
-I finished you thought!
the same two stubborns,
the same two insaines,
the same two lovers
leaving trace.

Two...

arkufahl — Fri, 23 Mar 2012 20:58:01 -0700

I woke up this morning with two things on my mind...
Last night,
and you.

I looked out the window and saw only two things...
A reflection of me
and you...

I knelt down by the bed and said only two words...
Love,
you

And as I walked out the door I heard two words back...
Love,
too

Sometimes when there's one thing, and it's met by another
those two things become so much more.
It's not the math or the science, I wouldn't even call it reliance,
it's just a natural thing that occurs.
And to say I don't feel it, would be such a lie,
oh why would I ever deny...

The Natural Hallucinogenic... Daydreams

arkufahl — Fri, 23 Mar 2012 09:58:10 -0700

Semi-realistic
Mood swings like the tick-tock pendulum of clock hands
warping slightly while traveling toward noon
my eyes blink slower...

Seeing wings that don't flap
stationary
gusted upward by winds that are only there because of forward movement
looking downward and eyes looking up
and back

Think about...
how one loves to love nothing more than love itself
in this world where love seems nothing more than loveless acts of selfishness and greed
And yet to feel the need
to love nothing more than one
and one alone

Time takes on a different meaning

Sand...

arkufahl — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 07:27:03 -0700

Here I am
amongst the foothills of curious lands.
My eyes dart and move across the scene...
...like winds blowing sands across the shore...
the beach where it opens up to the vast ocean
and the sea-spray that consumes my sense of smell...
and tantalizes my tongue with the taste of that night...
so many years ago.

Ahhhhh...
how refreshing to refresh those memories...
the days when we were fresh
and walking with one foot in the water, the other not...
one set of prints is washed away, and some will wonder
how there is one but not another.

Heaven's Gate

ninjanav — Sat, 17 Mar 2012 16:56:03 -0700

Heaven's Gate

Your body may be far, but my soul is near,
why won't you listen?
I'm crying your name.

I left pain, scared deep in your eyes,
why won't you see?
That you were a kind reflection of me.

I can't stand this distance,
but heaven's gate is shut,
the angels have spoken,
they seized your heart.

Gone forever, I can't change what I've done,
but thank you for caring,
you were the closest to heaven I ever got.

maybe it's me on v day

wabipenache — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 13:39:21 -0800

as if anyone
was interested
in the first place
I'm too nice to be involved in a
lock and key
relationship
that starts beautifully
over nicely
and turns
into a dictatorship
puppet strings
ball and chains
I've never been so happy
I do as I please and don't have to please
friends with benefits
but why do I feel inadequate
on this day of lovers and love
who the special one
maybe
its me

Impossible Dreams

kerouac — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 19:31:05 -0800

Weren't we great
that moment
in that garden

Where we spoke of
impossible dreams
never to come

Such a family
we could have been
if you could have
only believed

In me

Marrow

kerouac — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:40:42 -0700

here I am
waiting for you
deeply
buried in this
spilt mans soul

can you not see it
beneath the feet you walk upon

suck me in with the simplistic words
falling from your lips to pull
me back into your embrace

venom coursing through the
arteries and veins

oh the sweet sound of your voice
heard so rare
Wanting to run...away

then
you're there to pull me
in
that soft embrace
felt so briefly

draining away that
life
to which you gave hope

such a grand emotion
this
love

so needed
berated
hated
revered and...lost

Upon the lips

Confused

kerouac — Fri, 16 Sep 2011 23:22:30 -0700

aged,fat,broken smile
does it matter
young,thin,beautiful teeth
It all matters in the end
Kerouac and Cassady
match made in hell
We are who we are

I want to know you

But you know

Nothing of me

That sad broken poet
that lays in the bottle of port
that you step over as you enter the realm of

Dreams, nightmares, sex, death, and...

Port

kerouac — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 11:01:02 -0700

My sweet love
Raise your weary head from
The waves tossing and battering you about
This bitter ocean

Look into the distance

There is a light
At first it seems dim but then brightens
With every blink of your eye

Don’t fight and struggle
Know that you will come home
Allow yourself to float along
Breathing in

Then out
You’re not alone

It’s closer now

It’s me
Standing on that shoreline
Arms open wide
The fire in my heart
Burning brighter as you approach then dimming
As the ocean pulls you back

School Boy

kerouac — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 01:54:57 -0700

Tonight I stare at photos
looking into those eyes I can see
that which I have yet to know

Happiness spreads across
your beautiful face

I ponder in silent reverie
if I could ever cause such a
reaction in you

That same feeling I get
every time you say
hello

Silly schoolboy giggles
echo in my throat

I want to share with you

Will I ever
know what its like
to hear your laugh or feel you
smile as we press our lips
to one another

Lifetime

kerouac — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 01:53:41 -0700

Words scrawled across the page
the darkness attempts
to strangle my dreams of your
soft lips

How many times now
have I watched as we shared
that moment

A small café
tucked away on a street
known only to locals

Wanting too much
to feel your body pressed against
me
feeling you
knowing my every move

As you smile gently

An instant turns
into a lifetime

Siren

kerouac — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 22:51:45 -0700

Don’t speak to me
passionate words of love
for I have heard them
too many times

Spoken by those lips
hiding the venom
dripping into the blackened throat of a
Siren

In the stead of words
take my soul and hold
it tightly within your embrace
as we share the fleeting
moments of time

Floating by
lost forever in a sea of dreams
to become a lovers
memory

Sad Eyes

kerouac — Thu, 28 Jul 2011 22:46:28 -0700

Sweet muse
hide away not those
saddened eyes

That I have
given pain

Instead look within
this soul as you
have done countless times

See the passion
burning as bright as a hundred suns
for only you

Since the day
we met

Human

kerouac — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 07:39:17 -0700

You will never know pain
until you have loved
with all of your heart

Two emotional polar
opposites
tied together with
a masochists knot

Which we gladly
flail ourselves
with to prove
our worth as

human

Silken Touch

kerouac — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 02:28:57 -0700

I can’t even find the words
Describing this experience
Seems almost sacrilegious

Holding these hours
In my heart I now see
The madness of most
Poets who search
Wantonly
For that muse
Who embraces their dreams
Has ended for me

I have truly
Found the woman
Whose silken touch
Quiets the daemons and brings about instead
A quickening breath
To be stolen from my
Lungs
By her soft lips

Never Escape

kerouac — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 02:21:00 -0700

I’m on my way now
To another place which I know
Is a lie

The saving grace is
I can still smell your
Skin
Supple and soft
Melding with mine
As it was intended to be

The taste of your
Mouth is upon my lips
You’re all around me
Now and I can
Never escape

With both hands

kerouac — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 13:34:19 -0700

When comes the day
When I am more than just a
Happenstance

Looking into that mirror
Each day with the darkness
Just over my shoulder

Grinning its sharp toothed smile
As I shake with uncontrollable
Fear
Watching the brokenness of me
Pulse into the sink

Is there a time
When I will be
What you always wanted
Instead of just a passing whisper

When comes the day
That I hold onto that dream
With both hands
Realizing
It’s no longer a dream

Reach

kerouac — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 13:31:38 -0700

What is this

My Reality
Your Dream

Your chance
My destiny

Will it ever be

That’s the truth isn’t it
I’m clutching and scraping at the ether
Knowing somewhere you’re out there

A glimmer of what I have always
Desired but never believed was possible
For someone like me

Now I can see you
In the distance
A beckoning soul
Waiting
Always just out of
Reach