Poem: Enough?

This poem is from the perspective of my character Darnell in my Work in Progress Darnell & Dylan. Hope you all like it. 🙂

I want it to work

but that doesn’t mean it can

or will,

we love each other

but do we get each other?

I know the answer is no

and I like to think that can change,

I know he likes to think that too

but hope is not reality.

We might think we are perfect for each other,

we might hope that we are,

we might want to be

but that’s no good

if we make each other unhappy

if we spend too much time together,

I think I’ll always love him

and he will always love me

but is that enough?

Poem: Dinner For 2

With it being Valentine’s Day, I thought I would write a Valentine’s poem. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! 🙂

 

 

She watched the post,

no flowers, no card,

she hoped her love

would call soon

because this was almost like

*Gasp*

Being single!

 

Three hours later,

the phone rang,

‘Meet me for dinner’,

so she popped on some music

and got all done up,

to the nines.

 

Two hours later,

she met her outside

the date of the venue

and went inside to be asked,

‘Would you like Fries with that?’

*Gasp*

McDonalds!

Poem: Grace & Hope

 

 

Today is Lesbian Visibility Day so this is my poem Grace & Hope in honour of the day. Hope you all like it. 🙂

 

When they were 3

they used to play with Barbies

and occasionally a Cindy,

sitting for hours talking

and making up weddings

for their dolls.

 

By high school Grace

had turned all emo

while Hope joined

the debating team

and became the school nerd.

 

At 21 Grace wondered

why she was attracted to her

best friend.

After all Grace liked girls,

always had

but to the world Hope was

a guy called Ryan

but she never felt like a guy

to Grace

so it was all very odd.

 

In any case love was love

and all that jazz

and by 22 they were officially

an item

but Hope was moody

a lot of time

and Grace wished she would

let her in.

 

At 24, Hope admitted to Grace

that she was trans,

no big deal to anyone

except Daisy Johnson

who insisted they weren’t

‘a real lesbian couple’

like herself and Joan

but no one listened to her anyway.

 

At 30, they got engaged,

a mutual agreement over breakfast

in their new flat,

might be many years before

they would marry,

recreate their dolls’ weddings,

many years before they saved

for the rings

but the deal was made

and life was good.

 

Poem: My Worth

 

I want to fall in love someday,

just a little dream of mine,

some dreams come true,

some don’t I guess.

 

When in search of love

sometimes it’s easy to forget

to forget that you are

in fact pretty fabulous,

you bend into their mould

and that’s no fun.

 

Oh hell let me say it

I’m looking for a normal

in other words not a bigot,

I’m not a bigot,

why would I expect any less?

Why would I accept any less?

Forgot my worth, didn’t I?

 

Optional: funny, ambitious without being psychopathic,

but you know just a normal, kind person,

not some weirdo in other words,

just a personal preference,

might as well use the often misused buzzword:

preference.

 

I’m not picky,

just know what I like,

I want a normal,

not an abnormal

who is shocked and confused by everything,

I’m sure there’s multitudes of women, non-binary people and men out there

who fit that type,

I’ve come across a few,

let’s see what the future brings.

 

Poem: Understand

 

 

The sun set over her head,

she looked to the sky

and wondered if there was

any other people on

planets beyond,

she looked at the people

around her and wondered

if she could understand

the people beyond

more than the people

who inhabited the planet with her.

 

 

The sound of her wife’s feet approaching

brought her out of her thoughts,

she’d know the sound of those steps anywhere,

the clicking of flip flops she wore always

even away from the beach like today,

in this world of chaos she knew at

least they understood each other

like the backs of their hands

and that was enough for her.

New Year Love – the secret keeper Writing Prompt

In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #122. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.

 

(5) Words: | LIGHT | BLUR | LAD | NEED | RARE |

The light of the streetlamp

caused a blur in Joseph’s eyes

as he stepped out of the pub,

New Year was a rare occasion

so there was a need to go out and enjoy it,

Joseph lit a cigarette and then seen

the lad he would marry one day

come out of the pub.

Poem: Stars

 

 

 

It was a clear night,

she wrapped her fingers

through hers

as they rested on a blanket

and looked at the stars,

it was like a scene from a movie

only more mundane,

she listened as she told her

facts about stars and space,

suddenly interested in

something she’d never been before

because she was storytelling,

she kissed her on the cheek first,

courage stopping her from kissing her lips

though she really wanted to

then she kissed her back on the lips gently,

their first kiss,

they both blushed

and were unsure how to act

so they cuddled up in each arms

and she continued talking

about stars and the space

knowing they both felt

they were in a wonderful new galaxy

together

like stars in the sky

till the end of time.

Poem: Connected

 

 

Submerged hearts,

enraptured souls,

connected spirits,

transmitting messages

through circuits,

through love,

through wires that bind.

Poem: Painted Smile On Bleeding Heart

 

 

I was stupid

to let my heart

get so involved

and let you rip

it to shreds

like it was

a piece of rubbish

ready to be thrown out or

like clay to be moulded into

something harder

but I refuse to think it’s

useless rubbish

or to make it get harder.

 

 

I let my heart get

too involved

because I had no choice

and as much as I want to

say good riddance to you,

the sad truth is you could

play with my heart,

twist it every way you wanted

and I’d still be here

because I can’t break away,

I don’t even want it

and that’s where I’m stupid

but I can’t do anything about it.

 

 

And my heart bleeds inside

wanting to fix this,

to fix us

while you make no effort

because you don’t care

and you not caring makes my heart

bleed more but instead I paint on a smile,

believe everything will sort itself out,

I have to,

otherwise I’m going to cry again

and my pillow won’t thank me.

Poem: One-Sided

 

He started dancing the light fantastic

with the big noises,

the humble writer,

well she didn’t exist to him anymore

but when you dance the light fantastic

as a small fry with the big noises

you end up dancing alone

although of course she would

never let that happen,

to fall in love

she learned

was to lose all self-respect

and pick up the pieces

not because she was a goody-goody

but because she had to,

stupidly but understandably

she had to,

though he wasn’t there for her,

she knew she’d always be there for him,

it went without saying.