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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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False Memories

On our first date, you leaned over to kiss me. I tiptoed and tilted my head up to kiss you.

On our first anniversary, you sent me a bouquet of tulips. I reserved a fancy restaurant and paid for the bill.

On Valentine’s day, you got on your knees and proposed. I asked you where our relationship was going.

Why is it that I remembered us differently?

And now that I am able to separate what’s real from my created reality,

I realize there’s nothing to save because the best part of us was me.

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In Between

Did I need to be happier?

I certainly didn’t think so.

I honestly thought I couldn’t want

for anything more.

I went to where my feet took me;

Ate what my stomach told me;

Sang when my spirit moved me.

And then you came along

Like a stone on a paved path

Tripping my footing.

Now, I walk the line

between bliss and anguish

Never sure of where to stand.

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To Elsewhere

Trying out something new here😊

Love Leaving

Love Leaving

I have heard this sound before.

It is the sound of heat escaping

The palms of my now cold hands.

It is the sound of cracking skin

Tearing itself from my arid lips

It is the sound of wrinkles folding

Where a smile used to be

Yes, it is the sound of love leaving me.

Once Upon a Princess

For Princess Di

I dug deep into my stash of scratch paper for this poem. It definitely reflected my youth, and my obvious naivete. I was still young-ish when Princess Diana of Wales died tragically. She was a very popular princess, and even until now, when you search the word ‘princess’ on Google, her name would come out as the top suggestion. Though I never admitted it or showed support, I think I might have liked her (or the idea of her). After all, I was sad enough to make a poem in her memory. ‘Nuff said.

I saw her life flashed on TV
She blossomed into such beauty

I read her story on the daily
Ruined by her own family

I covered my ears when she
Was murdered by paparazzi

Truth ruined my fantasy
Of life in the lap of luxury

But then again…

If death is of certainty
I’d still rather be royalty.

The Stress of (Social) Climbing

Don’t spill, don’t fall
Don’t drop the ball
Don’t slip, don’t trip
In heels, but be quick

Don’t you dare cry
Smile, don’t ask why
Shake hands and greet
So many to meet

This is your life
A climber’s wife
Just gloss your pout
And eat your trout.

Shame

Two flies meet
In the heat
Of the afternoon.

Buzzing with delight
In the light
Of the day.

And I…

Have no one to hold
In the cold
Of the night.

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