a poem
tender mercies, saving graces
picking partners, switching places
games of cat-and-mouse and chases
breaking-up and saving faces
slighted, blighted, unrequited
say good morning and goodnight-ed
waiting, longing, wanting, craving
weapon-wielding, never yielding
stealthy, sneaky, tongue-in-cheeky
grabbing, stealing, thick-as-thieving
slices, dices, and entices
grips and vices, smell of spices
looking ‘round the corner, spies you
chops you up, sautés and fries you
living, breathing, boiling, seething
frothing, fuming, all-consuming
venting, vexing, most perplexing
sick of stressing, what a mess!-ing
softly burning like a candle
crying, flying off the handle
shouting, yelling, go to hell!-ing
cuddling, kissing, never telling
knows-no-bounds-ing, all surrounding
pulsing, pounding, help! I’m drowning!
kneeling, reeling, funny-feeling
falling, keeling, so surreal-ing
jarring, barring, biting, scarring
compromise and DTR-ing
squirrels speak, “squeak squeakin’ squeaker”
up-a-creek it’s looking bleaker
weaving in and out of danger
never met but not a stranger
slipping, sliding, twistie-tying
patience waning, hydroplaning
sweating, fretting, unrelenting
How about we just be friends?-ing
gumballs, gumdrops, gummy gumption
belly aches and false assumptions
sugar-coated, down your throat-ed
makes you feel a little bloated
guinea pigs in crowded spaces
jealous rages trapped in cages
tragic, mainc, let’s not panic
overbearing, sycophantic
joy, elation, suffocation
cockamamie constipation
conversation, convolution
fission, fusion, dissolution
softly sighing, lullaby-ing
gently dreaming, wake up screaming
lotions, potions, mixed emotions
diamonds tossed into the ocean
going once and twice and sold!
just beginning, getting old
waxing pallid, getting pale
faded, jaded, not for sale
cankered, callous, filled with malice
drinking poison from a chalice
fits of laughter, get the shaft-er
living hap'ly ever after
A note from the author: This poem is open ended. Feel free to add a stanza if you like. Now that V-Day is past and gone, you can share how you really feel about that frustrating feeling called love.
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6 comments:
Profile of the perfect wife, poems about love, are you trying to tell us something? Just teasing ... I'm always impressed with your poetic contributions.
I second Sarah on the impressive poetic contributions. Pretty impressive. (I, however, won't be writing a stanza.)
I love the tumbling feel to the words... really roll off the tongue. anyways I thought it was awesome. I stink at poetry and so I really admire people who can write it. One comment though-- are you sure "DTR" wasn't actually "DDR"? ;-)
now insecure without a lure
intentions pure, may I have a tour?
not convincing and not wincing
resort to whining or lonely dining
Glad to hear I'm not the only one who thinks that love isn't butterflies and lollipops all the time.
Maybe not butterflies but definitely lollipops...
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