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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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romantic poetry

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.

New Heart

Plan B

It would’ve helped if I knew from the get-go

that I wasn’t the one you saw yourself with down the line.

You were the only plan I have…I had.

Resilient

I’ve swam deeper waters than this,

I’ve always found the shore.

I’ve tunneled out of darker holes,

healed from deeper cuts before;

climbed myself out of steeper cliffs,

skin to bone, my muscles sore.

Now my heart’s been badly broken,

thrown to fester in a moor,

I draw the strength of all my past

to find an open door.

I’ve worn and weathered many hurts

I’ll live through many more.

First and Last

Let your face be the first thing I see

In mornings, bright and sunny,

Let it remind me of easy days

And holidays.

Beneath thunderstorms and dreary skies

Let me stare into your eyes

And find in them a steady bay

Where I can stay.

Amidst the grueling work week rush

As I toil and grind and mush

I will trust that I find my way

To your arms each day.

And as the sun surrenders to the moon

And darkness begins to loom

Let your kisses sweep me far away

In your arms, I end this day.

If It Gives You Peace

Why do you feel the need to discredit me

To make our parting sound as though you had expected it from the start?

I came into this relationship with just as much fervor as you did.

Believe it or not, I had the highest hopes that ours would be the one to beat;

That ours would be the standard all our friends would be holding a candle to.

But now that I’ve finally accepted that it’s not working out for either of us,

I have to be the villain?

While I’ve realized it’s nothing that you did,

I also recognize that it’s nothing I did or didn’t do that caused the collapse.

It simply didn’t work out.

The fact that I struck the final blow that led to the demise of us didn’t make it any less painful for me,

Didn’t give me the satisfaction that you imagined I got.

But go ahead and assail my person if it’s your way of making sense of what had happened.

I’m just happy I didn’t waste more of our time.

Out of Steam

You were always the fast one—

A rocket, a comet

Shooting sparks wherever you went.

I took a backseat

Content at looking

At the bright trail you left.

Spent, you finally came back,

Ready to take things slow

Willing to stay put.

But my heart had grown so old.

You were out of steam,

And I was out of patience.

Star-Shaped Dreams

Valentine’s Day (and I am Alone)

Walk away

There’s a disaster waiting to happen

Of a magnitude only the heartbroken

Will understand.

Look away

Avert your eyes from the carnage

A parade of lovers in their carriage

Taunting the bereaved.

Run away

But still, the stench of despair

Will follow you anywhere.

How long the day.

@2017 Anj CP

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