No mystery about me.
I’m very real.
Funny . . . I believed you were, too.
Oh, well, there I go, again, believing in people.
No . . . I won’t apologize.
I did not misbelieve, misunderstand, nor mistake you.
My dear person . . .
You misrepresented yourself.
Now . . . go find where you mislaid what
I saw in you that mislead me.
Pardon me a moment while I erase the mist in my eyes.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Online or in person, we can be fooled. We don't have to meet someone face to face to have an inside track on exactly whether or not that person is genuine. And that goes for both genders.
Post Comment
It happened, again . . .
This morning,
The rain woke me.
You didn’t.
But then . . . how could you?
I never see your face
Lying on the pillow next to me.
I only imagine it.
And with it . . .
The soft, warm kiss . . .
Being held close to you,
And loved by you.
I dream you and daydream you.
But . . .
It’s raining harder, now.
I’m wide awake,
And to use your own words . . .
I miss the heck out of you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Never leave anything unsaid. When you love someone, say it. When you miss someone, say it. Life is fragile, love is fragile. No one lives forever. In the blink of an eye, one's life can end and anything left unsaid remains in silence, thereafter.
Post Comment
Kiss me softly . . .
With the closeness of your face on my cheek . . .
Touch me.
Brush your soft eyelashes
Against my hand held warmly in your hand . . .
Touch me.
Gently stroke my hair,
And ever so tenderly cradle me
In the warmth and security of your arms . . .
Touch me.
It is the touch of you
That I treasure most.
For . . . if I cannot see you,
And, if I cannot hear you,
Your gentle, thoughtful touch
Paints a portrait in my mind . . .
And on my heart
Of the loving and beautiful soul that you are.
I belong to you . . .
So . . . touch me.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
After I first posted my Touch Me poem in October in the Blogs, an amazingly talented man in Spain, who has a lovely lady of his own, responded with the following answer to my poem:
Touching You...
Your breath caresses my face with it’s warmth
My lips brush gently across your cheek
I am touching you
Palm to palm our fingers entwine
I am touching you
Your head rests against my chest as my cheek caresses your hair
Secure in my arms as they encircle your waist pulling you tightly into my embrace
I am touching you
My touch leaves its imprint on your heart
I am not there but you can see me
You cannot hear me but my voice echoes in your mind
Cherish the thoughts of my gentle touch
You belong to me
I am touching you
Post Comment
Stay out of my mind.
You placed yourself there, I didn’t.
Concentrate. I CAN’T.
Every counter thought I dwell upon is you.
I pause to rest my eyes . . .
And I envision your face,
Gazing at me with a look
That both tempts me and forbids me.
I repose quietly . . .
But the memory of your voice
Persistently whispers
Through my mind . . .
Expressing words that reinforce
That look on your face.
Truthfully?
Stay out of my mind.
I don’t want to imagine you;
I want to feel you . . .
Possess me with your touch
Or . . . stay out of my mind.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Sometimes, one person, whose looks, voice, behavior and presence, can suddenly, and often permanently, or temporarily, alter the entire course of the journey and destiny of another person's life. My term for this is the "Priscilla syndrome," so-called because of the effect that Priscilla Beaulieu had on Elvis Presley. Everyone has their "Priscilla," that first "one" whom we can never ever eradicate from memory, and no one else can ever truly replace that "one."
Post Comment
I love you.
I’m sorry.
I miss you.
The color of this paper
Will tell you how I’m feeling now;
Not just blue, but deeply blue
Because I’m without you
And I’m miserably lonely.
It has taken what has happened today
To make me realize
How much I do love you,
And miss you,
And how lost I am without you.
I’ve never been afraid of anything
(Except the dark.)
But, now, it’s not even dark, yet,
And I’m unbelievably afraid.
I need you.
I’ve never needed anything so much.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Love does NOT mean "never having to say you're sorry." When you make a mistake, apologize. You may never get a chance to do that if you isolate yourself in foolish pride. No one is a mind reader. When you love someone, never leave it unsaid, then there will be no regrets.
Post Comment
Sometimes . . .
When I feel walked on,
Yelled at, misused and abused,
I recall your soft-spoken voice . . .
And the way it calms me,
And puts me at ease.
And, I think . . . gentle.
Often . . .
When I’m very alone,
Feeling as if no one cares or remembers,
I recall the kind words you’ve spoken . . .
When I’ve least expected them,
But needed them most.
And, I think . . . thoughtful.
Frequently . . .
When I’ve so desired an honest response,
But seldom received it,
I recall your blunt,
Yet straightforward answers . . .
And your willingness to discuss the truth.
And, I think . . . sincere.
Now . . .
Whenever I hear the words,
Gentle, thoughtful, sincere . . .
I think . . . friend,
And, naturally . . .
I think of you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
Friendship is the most important relationship we can cultivate, outside of our nuclear family circle. Do we ever fall "out of like" with close, dear friends? A very dear friend recently said "when a 'friend' does fall "out of like" with you, he/she wasn't a true friend in the first place."
Post Comment
This is a list of modoldfash's Poems. Click here for modoldfash's Poem List
modoldfash Poetry (6)