Tag Archives: #poem

Oh, Dear Mr. Sun

oh, dear Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun
what power you hold
that when we look at you,
you shine brightly as you ever do
your arrogance is felt every step of my way
the arrogance that is truly undeniably charming
for one can never dismiss your beauty in all its gracefulness

oh, dear Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun
how lovely you look today
as if you are God’s morning star
glowing, blazing, shining, flaming
you are by far the most beautiful thing God has ever created
for no one can dismiss the fact that you do wonders all the time

oh, dear Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun
are you a star or just a fiery ball in the sky?
or could you be a glowing medallion hanging
from somewhere we will never know?
one thing’s for sure though, I will never forget you
and that fateful afternoon
where you blazed like a Titan’s fiery wheel in the sky
it was a dazzling with splendor, a heart- swelling moment
for in between the gaps of the window
you shone more brightly than you used to
you were the silent witness of a love
a love that was born, born to last forever

For Kate’s Friday Fun – solar

https://aroused.blog/2021/02/06/friday-fun-solar/


P. S.

Oh! Dear One is now available in Kobo.Com for pre -order click on the link below

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It will go live on Amazon (kindle file and paperback copy) and Kobo (ebook) on the 14th February

Poetry @ its Finest (or so I Thought)

I wonder if Shakespeare will ever be happy of these?

But it sure did make me smile this morning.

Thank you kate for this Friday Fun Prompt https://aroused.blog/2021/01/30/friday-fun-memes/

And here is the a photo of an actual page from the paperback copy of “What If Snowflakes Don’t Fall In Winter?”

How Do We Start Over?


How Do We Start Over?

it’s quite odd though that at some point
our lives, our world and everything that we do
evolve around and depend upon
the love of our life, or so we thought

but what happen
what could possibly happen
when the very reason
we exist
the very core of our being
becomes inevitably
the single sole reason
we are losing ourselves

should we take the road most people
travel when the going gets tough?
or should we dare move forward
and take on the highest routes to
nothing but road bumps and
multiple road blocks?

how much of ourselves
do we need to lose?
and how many risks do we need to take
to eventually realize
this aint gonna work?
do we keep hoping
or do we keep holding on?

it’s quite odd though, really odd
to be sitting right now
contemplating on what used to be
just a mere part of a movie marathon
we used to watch

and as we both witness
our own movie version story
painstakingly unfolds
right before our very eyes
I can’t help but wonder

what happened?
what happened to us?
did we lose it, or did it just die
a natural death?

and if this aint goin’ further
farther than where we are now,
how do we start over?

For Sadje’s WDY
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/02/01/what-do-you-see-67-february-1-2021/

Don’t Let Go

10th in the series of ” tell me your song, i’ll write you a poem”

Don’t Let Go


I’ve met you back in time when you and i were young
we had our shares of troubles
and our own separate lives
though i knew i needed you to be by my side
but i kept it cool so you won’t let go
and i thank God for that one time
one time, one moment
when you handed over
a note for me to read
then you smiled
your sweetest smile
and from that day on my love
our lives changed

I knew i loved you then
‘cos everytime you smiled at me
I saw our lives together, a life of love
as we grew old together, with kids
dancing and hanging around
as you silently watched them with awe
and with blissful joy
and i, looked at you, and thanked God for that one time, one time, one moment
when you handed over
a note for me to read
then you smiled
your sweetest smile
and from that day on my love
our lives changed

I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you to love, to hold and behold ’till we get older
and I swear my love, not even death can break us apart, for when we are gone
I promise to find you even in the life after
I know I will see you and you will be there to hand over a note for me to read
then I will thank God, for that one moment again, where you will smile
your sweetest smile
so we can start our lives together
even after life
‘cos baby I love you
so please say “you won’t let go”

no matter how many times we will be apart,
we’ll always have a brand new start


Say You Won’t Let Go- James Arthur
For @randomthoughts569

Wolf Moon


when the wolf moon
is out somewhere
and the sun is yet to shine
I look at the night sky
wondering
and
hoping
that we are both
wishing upon
the same star
chanting the same wish
for baby,
trust me when i say
I love you to the moon and back


For Eugi’s weekly prompt
https://amanpan.com/2021/01/21/eugis-weekly-prompt-wolf-moon-january-28-2021/

An Ode to Love

An Ode To Love

fifth in the series of “tell me your song, i’ll write you a poem”

 

it’s been quite a while and I wish to know why, why you left me unaannounced
unnoticed, oh dear love, why?
“I’ve often wondered, if love’s an illusion”
glorified by romantic poets
and creative writers
a breeding and birthing space
for their silly, playful emotions
I can’t blame them though, as I have
once in my life, not so long ago
fallen deeply into love’s
glorious promises and compromises
and it was so damn good
really good, love, its good

oh dear love, no, I’m not up for one right now
I am more than satisfied with friends and companions around, they make me laugh,
they make me cry and yes they disappoint me too, at times,
with them nothing, and I mean nothing can topple down my spirit
I have everything every woman would want for,
but hey, love, it was so damn good
really good, love, its good

wouldn’t it be too much if I say,
“don’t want to wake up alone anymore”
for it gets lonely and sad when friends
aren’t by my side, its so lonely, I swear
and for many days and many months
and I don’t even know how many more years, my nights are going to be colder
and my bed is empty without you,
yes, dear love, my bed is empty without you
‘cos hey, love it was so damn good
really good, love, its good

and if by chance you find your way back again, back to my door, I promise
by the grace of Apollo the God of poetry and art, I swear with all my heart
and with all that I could ever be
welcome you back, without hesitations,
without inhibitions, with a smile,
I submit.

 

All The Love In The World – The Corrs

This one is for a very special follower and a fan of all my works. Cheers to love and to all its magnificent yet misplaced comforts

No Matter What

how do we deal with shattered dreams
and broken promises?
how do we heal over losses
and grievances?
I honestly don’t know how

but one thing I am certain of
I will be beside you when your dreams
are traumatized
I will hold your hand and keep you steady
when your world is crumbling down
I will be right beside you

how do we cry over silenced thoughts
and unheard voices?
how do we forget induced mockery
and blasphemy?
I don’t know how, actually
but I will listen to you with open heart
and believe in you when, I swear no matter what

you don’t need to hide
I understand you
no matter what

For Sadje’s WDY
https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/01/25/what-do-you-see-66-january-25-2021/

Just Like This

third in the series of “tell me your song and i’ll write you a poem”


Just Like This


I love Greece
with its glorious beaches
and mountain ranges
I love Greece
with its history
and its mythology,
as a child I learned
that Apollo is the God of
music, poetry and art
but I adore Zeus
with his power to rule
all the Gods and men
his mighty prowess made him
the king of Olympus

But I see no God in you.

I love fairy tales and
happy ending,
with Cinderella
topping my list
and how she
found her lovely
prince charming in the end

But I see no prince charming in you.

Nah, I never really wish you
to be any of those powerful
Greek Gods, nor be like
Cinderella’s perfect
prince charming


I see no Greek God in you
I see no prince charming in you

But baby, I want you,
“just something I can turn to
somebody I can kiss”
that perfect “spider man and Mary Jane”
kind of kiss, or that “happy ending”
“boy meets girl” movie moment kiss

“I want something just like this”


Something Just Like This – Cold Play
For my beloved WP friend (https://undressedthoughts.com/2021/01/22/stars/) Kritika @undressedthoughts

Vessels of Love

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

couple it with roses and chocolates, makes love

so endearing, so sweet

so charming, so honest

so pure, so passionate

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

sent through the post office or via a good old friend

pair it with special instructions

not to open nor to drop

and take extra care ’till you get

makes love exceptional and oh, so real

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

but ours my dear, were never sent through

the post office or via a good old friend

ours was written and sent right in

the comfort of an old ugly bench

the solitary observer of our love

right there and then

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

we exchanged verses of love

those verses of love, we later realized

were the single lonesome spectator

of our blissful love, yet unspoken

bleeding through my pen and paper

shattering between your replies

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

and who would have thought our love would ever endure

amongst the pages of wringing papers

and in between soaking lines

your passion to love is what kept it alive

and my desire to be loved is what kept it thriving

we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got

and who would have thought our love would ever endure

the birth of emails and smart phones

facebook and instagram

these brand new lonesome spectators

of our blissful love

for Sadje’s WDY https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/01/18/what-do-you-see-65-january-18-2021/

  • “we fell in love when snail mails were all that we ever got
    we exchanged verses of love
    those verses of love, we later realized
    were the single lonesome spectator
    of our blissful love, yet unspoken
    bleeding through my pen and paper
    shattering between your replies    “