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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.
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Posted: Sep 2020
About this poem:
Suffering of someone.
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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
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Posted: Mar 2019
About this poem:
Seeking the right door.
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Author: David Lehman
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
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Posted: Sep 2020
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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.
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Posted: Mar 2018
About this poem:
Reflecting on the reality of on going relationships with ex spouses.
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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
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Posted: Aug 2020
About this poem:
feeling this way, today. Forever.
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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
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Posted: Apr 2020
About this poem:
Except for perhaps some edits later on IT IS COMPLETE. I thought I would post a poem as I was writing so you could watch the process. I hope you enjoy how the poem takes on a life of it's own. Edits will happen often as well as the addition of Stanzas so check back often. I will post a comment with every edit. I hope you have enjoyed accompanying me on this journey. It has been fun for me. Let me know perhaps I will do this again sometime in the future.
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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
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Posted: Aug 2020
About this poem:
This was a poem I wrote for someone after our 2nd meeting. Funny that the last time I posted my poem was when I was broken hearted and this one I guess when I started to fall in love. I should've known, I can write this good usually when I am broken hearted or in love :)
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The winds are just excuses
Worn and broken fuses
Tearing eyes
Without surprise
And none of them have uses.
The snows are just disguises,
Covering growth that man despises.
Blowing skies
To shelter lies
And hide another crisis.
The suns are happy cheery notes
Weather on which we'd cast out votes
Gloom, it dies
With human sighs,
Plastic castles enclosed by motes.
The rains are just relief
The shedding of our grief
Failure tries
A human cries
When verity shows disbelief.
The hails are just a screaming
The rain and snow are teaming
A god he sees
A wise man agrees
Most things are only seeming.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
June 8, 1982.
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I was just standing,
Outside your door,
Wondering if this new love
would end a war.
My mind floats
Long into yesterdays
Like the man in a love song
I want you.
Even with the hurts
That memory knows
Love heals a wound
As a fond heart grows.
Thought I'd better knock,
Before the feeling goes
-Love hearted friends-
And self hearted foes.
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Posted: Mar 2011
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If all the sharp stars, fell down from up high, from spaces beyond deep blue skies...
Would you even try, to catch at least one, or stare glaring as each star dies?...
Might you doubt that I, care not for my sight, I'd stare at the sky until you...
View blue's truest blues, through night's true blue hues, bright minds sometime see more than eyes...
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Dark skies display stars, honed by the Sun's rays, sight gone, yet now I can see...
More clear than I ever, I pray that you never, stop shining your light down on me...
At times and on days, in ways brightly blaze, star-points pierce through the night's shades...
And I've felt the pain of your stars from the start, sharp blades fiercely pierce while they play....
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Posted: Aug 2020
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