One Last Kiss

Allow me to measure in time
my happiness since you became mine.

The moment our lips touched I reckon
I aged a minute for every second

In your embrace, I grow wise
With you my internal clock flies

I looked into your eyes, my heart danced,
My lifetime, our lifetime, filled with romance

Time lingered only once, on the words “I do”
My happiness was as vast as the sky is blue

With each second, hour and day
Even as death came closer to lead us away

Know that my happiness grew all the more
For beside you, each year was a score

Every breath breathed a thousand times
Every kiss, a beautiful rhyme

Every moment pure and right
Dancing across eyes now stolen of sight

Another breath, perhaps my last
My, in your presence, time moves fast.

Hold my hand, one last kiss
I’ll spend eternity in remembered bliss.

Write Me a Poem

New attempt at being all crafty and poetic, hope you enjoy 🙂

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Write me a poem,
memories tome.
Words to paper,
an imagery shaper.
Swirling, singing, alive,
grasp emotion: Strive!
As words flow,
truth to show.
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Write me a poem,
let words roam.
Darkness, what do you see?
Poetry…wisdom’s site.
Knowledge…culture’s light.
Tell it true
‘tis your cue.
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Write me a poem,
bring it all home.
My heart shall rend,
with poetry’s end.
Tears to eyes…unbidden.
Secret…no longer hidden.
Poetry reveals
what death steals.

Ghost Writer

“Leave it untouched, I’ll be back.”
His words, carried on his last breath,
echoed in his wife’s mind
as she passed where he’d spent his time.
She looks in, a feeling, a tingling in the air.
For a moment, she thought he was there.
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In his office, untouched as he wished,
his tools for his craft, nigh, his life,
sit and mourn his death, he will be missed.
His absence is felt as keenly as his presence.
The mahogany desk, rich, ancient, worn,
is covered not only in stain
but dried tears, signaling both his joys and pains.
Plush leather, the chair holds remembered warmth;
from the caress, the embrace, it shared
with the man for cared.
Atop the desk, not yet gathering dust,
his typewriter, more ancient than he.
Yet it remained, whereas he was gone,
a crime, a tragedy so wrong.
Still it held in its memory,
the final keystrokes, teasing foreplay;
a story he’d saved for a later day.
Hugged closely its grasp
a fresh piece of parchment.
Young, eager, willing,
with no memories of the past.
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His wife turns away, closes the door.
Click, the lock, maybe more?.
Click, the keys springs to life.
On the paper, ink dances.
Six words appear unbidden, unclaimed, unseen.
“Leave it untouched, I’ll be back.”

Another few poems, why not ;)

Just a few more poems, I feel I’ve been neglecting this page, my apologies.

Life

Infant
Play, eat, sleep
Repeat
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Childhood
Laughter, family
Playing, learning, growth
Ups and downs
Life
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Teenage years…finally
Rebel, love, learn, fight
School is a drag, almost done
Parties, friends, all that’s fun
College years fast approach
Leaving home, that’s the hope
Parents don’t know a thing
Is this love, or just a fling
Life lessons learned…sorta
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Adulthood, responsibility
After college, student debt
Pay the bills, always fret
So much stress, difficult to handle
Life gets harder as you burn the candle
The flame burns even as the wax wanes
Your body grows, you feel new pains
But love and family find a way
To make life fun and keep you sane
Children are born, the family tree grows
Love, life lessons, everything shows
Parents really did have good advice
Now to pass on their lessons in life
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Elderly,
Children are grown,
Had their own
Grandchildren
Glad to have known
Memory fades,
Body fails
Closer to death
Eternal Rest

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There’s a Monster in My Closet

A knock in the dark… another one there
I crawl out of bed, uncertain, scared
The knocking comes from the closet door
Shadows dance creating horrifying forms

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I draw closer, the knocking is a rhyme
I assure myself everything is fine
Opening slowly, the door creeks and groans
From within an eye stares, I start to moan

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Wide awake, heart racing, it was a dream
I laugh, I roll over, I scream!
Beside my bed, a monster looms
Razor sharp teeth and claws signal my doom.

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When Darkness Calls

Darkness creeps; darkness crawls
Deep within darkness calls.
I try to run, I try to flee
One with light I wish to be.

Darkness lingers; darkness stays
I will succumb, in minutes or days.
I push against, I see the light
Wait, my mind tells me, this isn’t right

Darkness parts; darkness fades
Darkness knows the choice is made.
Screams and violence flash in my head
Crimson-red, the blood I have shed

Darkness welcomes; darkness cheers
Darkness protects me from my fears.
I wrap it around me, fade away
I’ll walk with darkness another day.

First Poem I ever wrote

Alright, so starting to post my poetry, slowly as promised.  Below is the first poem I ever wrote (outside of the required poem activities in English Class).  Of note, I actually typed it up on a typewriter when I wrote it, which I thought was spiffy haha.

 

Why

Once born a man must live
Yet how he lives is up to him
Whether he grows and learns to give
Or he takes from others, and his sight grows dim
Yet in this world, cruel fate has seen
To make me live a life of sorrow
For while I seem happy and full of joy
Deep down, darkness does lay poised
I hold in all my anger and fears
And hold back the pain of sorrowful tears
To seem impartial to the world around
For this is how I escape without making a sound
Though it displaces me from the world around
I choose solitude over company and love
And rather sit, face lifted to the sky above
Wondering why fate hath dealt me a blow
From which I have no chance to grow
For my burden in life must be
To see that others be happy before me
No matter the pain this must cause
And though this fate doth have some flaws
Never will I let any in
For I shall escape the weakness of men
And rise above those I’ve known
To finally show them that I have grown
Up without the help of others
Nor the need of caring mothers
For these are weaknesses in life
That weaken men and simply cause strife
This is why I act as I am
Take this as the account of the lamb
Who escaped the dreaded wolf of life
To proclaim independence from all strife
So ends my dark rant of the life in which I have lived
The tale of Smitty thus ends.

Floweryness to come

As mentioned in my about page, I began writing poetry as a Junior in High School.  As such, I have amassed a good amount of poems throughout the time.  While I will not do a large data dump here like I did with the Flash Fiction, I will be posting poems slowly on here, some from the past, others perhaps from the future.  I hope you enjoy 🙂