Raindrops fall on the roof above us
The winds sigh through the window seams
Nestled beneath warm covers
Skin to skin, lost in dreams
All that love demands
Lost in twined hands
*A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.
**First published on June 15, 2013
Today I found your boarding pass tucked in an old book
Along with a receipt that told me how much you paid
And as you smile at me and give me that look
I remember it rained that morning, I remember the love we made
I remember how I wished you wouldn’t leave
I still remember every promise that you said
You told me not to cry and instead to believe
That tomorrow you’d be back again, warm in my bed
Fifteen years ago now since you made that promise
It’s been fifteen years since you returned
Every day since then you’ve been my solace
Every moment with you was a moment earned
For sometimes we have to fight for what we want
We have to take a stand no matter how afraid we feel
Fifteen years ago today, the memories still taunt
Fifteen years ago, we found the strength to heal
So I found your boarding pass tucked in a book today
It’s a reminder of a time so long ago
When we almost let our hurt take full sway
Before we hung on, held on by our finger nails, then let go.
the sun woke me up today
it told me something I’d almost forgotten
it’s going to be a good day, he said
bet you don’t hear that often.
not recently, I replied as i stretched
feeling my back lengthen and my skin warm
kissed by the sun this lovely morning,
i hope this is going to be the norm
for even as the world seems all afraid
of something it cannot see
the birds still sing and the breeze still blows
and all this happens with… or without me
oh, don’t be so negative, mr sun said
as i made my bed and got ready for the day
life will always go on whether you’re ready or not, he said
just put on a smile; your body hears everything you say.
I’ve moved past from all the days wishing
you were living this life with me.
Did you ever dream the same –
do you like what you see?
Life moves on as we
*Originally published 4/10/14
Nonet: A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines, with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 until the ninth line has only one. Some nonets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).
It started out with a song, one that planted a seed inside me,
asking the same old question, “Are you really happy?”
Then, “what if you aren’t, what then will you do?
Will you get up and leave all this behind? Will you? Should you?”
And so the seed grew, and kept growing until the day came
when the answers found their questions. And this time, there was no shame,
from the first word on the page to the last, from the wine, and the gun – but not her past,
I was her and she was me; guess all this was meant to be
all because of a song,
one that woke me up to what was wrong
I need a different kind of love, it’s true
I need to fall in love with me again, not you.
via Discover Challenge: Song
She takes her time lazily,
lying prone on her bed
elbows propped, reading her book,
letting the scenes glide in her head
in and out they go,
like waves lapping the shore
recharging her from the week’s craziness
until she’s done with one adventure,
already ready for more.
via Recharge — The Daily Post
he’s my biggest mistake,
the best one of all,
and he left me no regrets
for dating to fall
in love with a dream,
for that’s what he is –
just a figment of my imagination
borne from one kiss.
via Mistake — The Daily Post
isn’t it obvious?
can’t you see
just how much my world
revolves around you and me?
how everything that i am
depends on how you feel
from the moment you awake,
and my world becomes real?
She is his obsession
his soul’s desire
she is who he dreams of –
for her, he’d walk through fire
through the depths of hell
he’ll come for her
she is his personal heaven
there will never be another…
Via Daily Prompt
Maybe if i had loved you more
you would have stayed
but that wouldn’t have changed the truth
of how well you played
on feelings already raw
from your betrayal
scraped clean of remorse
with every denial.
–Via Daily Prompt – Maybe