Last Edited Tongue Twister Poems (1,151)

Your ceremony

was of a short duration

The length of your struggle

Enshrined in the continuance

Of time

The wealth of your holding

In the grand estate of the heart

is without question

A holy dwelling

The hasp of my soul

forever now roams

In the space between

Your world and mine

One shadow cast caught in itself.
Fear induced myopia with matters of the heart.

To cascade alone, or know loss?
Each will give birth to sorrow, and this tired heart can only take so much.

Lost in the fog, marooned with a monster - the world shrunk in size to a staring contest, and the end of hope was the space in between, cradled in the confines of another's blindspot.

Dark diluted light.
Now grey where once white, but deluded eyes can't tell the white from the grey or the grey from the black.
So the dark becomes home.
And I know the dark, an awful place to visit, dead ends on all sides.

I was mending a hull
'neath the crying gull
when the call
came down the line
my dad had gone
his time had come
and a world of hurt
was mine

left my girl
to anger swirl
told her "needed space"
but I was dust
not even lust
could the hurtin'
I replace

time dragged on
when I was gone
my love
I failed to warn her
about the rendezvous
I shared with you
in a pub
on poet's corner

"I'm the ghost
of every girl you've loved"
your spectre
said to me
I'll haunt your mind
till you go blind
and then
I'll let you be

"and the bird
that nested
in the eve
fed its young
in Byron's sleeve
in the pub
on poet's corner"

so every night
my daily fight
is a scramble
to emerge
strong and well
from the bowels of hell
where dark
and madness merge

where music
from the walls
is bled
by DJ Jazzy
and a girl called Red

"and the bird
that nested in the eve
told me that
I'd never leave
the pub
on poet's corner"

Hearts Throb.
Pensive thoughts,vacant dreams
No memories
Blown away like fallen leaves
to lie dead and forgotten
Selfishness,ego of another
Strikes at the penury of the heart
Depriving her freedom
Keeping her tethered to vows
While she wilts day by day.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
About a friend who suffers silently.

Lost and trying to find my way
In a daze not knowing what day
Nothing making sense anymore
Desperately seeking the right door

But every place I turn is the wrong way
Not trusting and not easily persuade
Not knowing what evil awaits ahead
Must use my heart instead of my head

Hunger and thirst a constant companion
Life stretching out before me like a deep canyon
Then suddenly I knew and picked the right door
For behind I knew I would find my Lord

Not lost - my thirst quenched and hunger fed
No longer lost but using my heart - not my head

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."

He's supposed to know that.

When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginia
or he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,
or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he is raking leaves in Ithaca
or he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolate
at the window overlooking the bay
where a regatta of many-colored sails is going on
while he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.

When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morning
she is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzels
drinking lemonade
and two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bed
where she remains asleep and very warm.

When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.
When she says, "We're talking about me now,"
he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,
"Did somebody die?"

When a woman loves a man, they have gone
to swim naked in the stream
on a glorious July day
with the sound of the waterfall like a chuckle
of water rushing over smooth rocks,
and there is nothing alien in the universe.

Ripe apples fall about them.
What else can they do but eat?

When he says, "Ours is a transitional era,"
"that's very original of you," she replies,
dry as the martini he is sipping.

They fight all the time
It's fun
What do I owe you?
Let's start with an apology
Ok, I'm sorry, you dickhead.
A sign is held up saying "Laughter."
It's a silent picture.
"I've been f*cked without a kiss," she says,
"and you can quote me on that,"
which sounds great in an English accent.

One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it another nine times.

When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the airport in a foreign country with a jeep.
When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that she's two hours late
and there's nothing in the refrigerator.

When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.
She's like a child crying
at nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.

When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:
as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.
A thousand fireflies wink at him.
The frogs sound like the string section
of the orchestra warming up.
The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.

When a Woman Loves a Man
David Lehman

As the years have gone by, our parents are gone and some siblings too.
Our children are grown and our grandchildren have arrived. I have remarried and so have you.
The thing that I realize, is that Birthdays, Christmas, joyful and sad occasions we talked. Sometimes for hours at a time.
Just because our lives did not fit like a glove, does not mean we lack the binding that comes with love.
So I look forward to growing older with you all the same. Even though we no longer share the same address or our last name.

Anger
Depression

What’s In your mind
I need to know

Get out of mine

Do you feel the same
Hope so, don’t think so

Smiling and laughing on face book

Why so much to me
Why so one sided

The age the stature
The looks
The body
My performance

Phantom phone and text
In my mind it excites

Back to reality
Gone
Never coming back

Phone deadly silent
I need
Wait for days

I don’t need

I’m still waiting
Please come back

Where are you
My reflection

No end in sight

Drawn by natures warm embrace
You walk the path lightly used by those before
Passing creatures held by your grace
Scolding, wary, hiding behind the green door.

The path defined by old oak trees
Arms reaching, you know you’re home
Whispered welcomes on a gentle breeze
Scents waking memories of home

Peace wrapping your troubled heart
Caressing soothing calming your soul
Serenity slowly plays it's healing part
Despair fading as nature does console

The spirit of nature makes reality fade
Taking the worries from your thoughts
Guiding you to the house in the glade
Full of memories and pleasant thoughts

You reach for the door and it opens wide
With each breathe you sense the calm
A crackling fire invites you inside
To sit at the table and bathe in the balm

While the birds sing a serenade to you
And quiet descends upon the glen
And tears on your cheeks like morning dew
Wash away the fears within

At last your soul no longer aching
As you walk along the river shore
Where ancient trees have been waiting
For you to visit them once more

To sit beside the trees so green
Hidden deep inside your heart
Where the animals and evergreens
Hum ever gently to your heart

And you look about and she is there
Reaching out to take your hand
So you smile and without a care
Slowly stand to take her hand

Together you stroll the river shore
Walking the trail you knew was there
Laughing as in years before
Death has come so rest forevermore

We met at a bend
You were melting into drizzle
Dropping slight and slow
There was no other sign
The piece of light inside my head turned into street lamp
That was a mysterious moment when I could see you, through
Your heart was clear, your misery was clear
There was no page marker
I have read you, all over

October, 2016