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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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Until You Figure Things Out

Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;

Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.

Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;

Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.

In time you will know this poem was for you;

And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.

But until them I am in this precarious state

I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.

I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.

When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.

Together is Better

This is a tale

of a half that wasn’t

missing

and a whole that wasn’t

searching.

Happy it was, humming

the song that was in its head.

It lived its life not

in wanting;

And its days not spent

in waiting.

But once the half

came along,

the whole found

its old song

with new combinations,

exciting variations

of which it never sounded so.

Every note was the same,

but it leapt with a vigor

From where it didn’t know.

Apart they were good,

But together they were better.

A choice was then made

to be together forever.

Of Food and Love

It is not an easy replacement

of food over love.

While desserts are a delight to my tongue

(and so has your kisses),

And soup can warm my belly

(as your hand on it can do),

food will never pay me a compliment

or stare at me deliciously.

Falling in love with food is a one-sided affair…

which is what ours has become.

Piece by Piece

Curse by curse

I was striped and worn

‘Til I was thin enough

To be torn.

Punch by punch

I deserve each blow.

How was I know

Of my worth?

Breath by breath

Scrambling at thin straws

Satisfied with scraps

Of his love.

This is how

You found me down

Drowning in the well

Of my fears.

but…

Piece by piece

You restored in me

All the strength I though

I had lost.

Touch by touch

You have made me feel

That your love could heal

All my scars

Kiss by kiss

I began to see

The face in the mirror

Smile at me.

Piece by piece

I am whole once more

Ready to explore

Who I am.

Anjc815@2017

Love is a Many-Flavored Thing

When I began this compilation of love poems, I thought to myself, love really is a many-flavored thing. And being Filipino, where food rivals religion in importance, I think that many can relate. When you are in-love for the very first time, love hits you as sweet, sometimes puke-inducingly sweet, the kind even sweet-toothed people shy away from. At times, it can be salty too, especially after a recent fight, where your mouth swallows not only buckets of tears, but also oodles of snot from dramatic bouts of crying only soap opera stars can rival. And then there’s sour–the green, bile-like taste left in your mouth after catching your beloved twisting his neck over the cutie in the next table. And when love is finally lost, it leaves an undeniably, no-matter-how-many-times-you-brush, bitter taste in your mouth.But hey, that’s love for you…throw in everything you’ve got and you get the most wonderful,interesting, vile, exotic, pungent,unforgettable flavors. And what is life without its flavors?

 

Nearly Halfway Through!

My goal before the year ended was to write at least fifty poems about love. I wanted to write everything about it–the sweet parts, the bitter ones, love stories that ended in tears, and everything else in between. Guess what? I’m almost half way through!

While I am nowhere near the readership of other blogs, I think it really helps knowing that there are people out there who have somehow stumbled upon this humble blog, and have decided to read my words. And I in turn have found a community of writers who inspire me to keep on aspiring and hoping for good things to happen. Thank you!!!

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