A Poem of Love - With Humor
I thought I’d write of love returned until I tried and then I learned
It’s not an easy thing to do when all the writing’s done by you.
As you read on it will appear that other poets need not fear
Each word I write becomes a blight to all my efforts here.
I thought it would be oh so easy to write of love but now I’m queasy
Trying hard to make it breezy and not turn out to be too cheezy.
To find the feeling that sends you reeling when the poem’s so appealing
That as you read you feel a healing that hopefully won’t send you squealing.
The others write with lofty phrases and tender words that oft amazes
Anyone who reads or gazes on the poems that bring such praises.
Of longing glances and lovers chances taken in their new romances
While I attempt to make advances in my simplest expanses.
To bring to fore without much chore a poem you will not abhor.
So where do words begin to tell of stories that we all know well
Of lovers who have found the spell that loving always will compel.
Is it upon a sunny day in smiles we see along the way
Or is it in the night time’s fey that keeps the lover from his stray
Does the moon play into this bringing loves’ sweet, tender bliss
Or am I writing far from this and falling into an abyss.
The kiss, the kiss it must be this, that is what I am missing
Perhaps if I can find it now this poem won’t leave you hissing.
Is there a way to make it lyrical without it being too empirical
And find that it is so satirical my poem has now become a miracle.
Holding hands while love commands two hearts to beat as one
Is that the way to find the sway and polish up this lame foray into what I have done.
The deepest hearts always give more their love appearing like a roar
Of ocean waters on the shore bringing them that love to score.
The feelings, hearts and emotions evoking all their true devotions
Putting happiness in motions that preserve their loving notions
I think that I might be beginning to find the words that may be winning
A smile that could just have you grinning at this love poem that I ‘ve been spinning.
I think I have found the foundation to expound this new creation
Into something in relation to a poem of acclamation.
No matter where the love shall start it all takes place within the heart
And poems and people play a part in giving love its course to chart.
Our feelings always must be free to give away for all to see
To know that we are meant to be together for eternity.
The joy and sorrow all belong to love’s ever unending song
For each to keep the other strong as time and seasons move along.
This poem’s design is not a sign of how a poem is meant to shine
But only does it so define the words I did ere entwine.
More of my attempts at poetry
- Ma Moon
A poem/fable about a conversation between a boy and the moon. The boy is fascinated with the moon and the moon explains why he's in the sky.
- There Once Was a Woman Who Wanted to Write
There once was a woman who wanted to write and make it worth reading for all...based on limerick style this short poem takes you through one woman's struggles to write a poem or a piece.
- A Poetry Contest
A humorous look at writing a poem for a contest.