often and then


  • Love

    often and then

    our greedy hands fall short
    of perfect pleasures
    and we reap easy days
    days of bliss
    black streaks and lazy hearts
    we ease open to
    delicate areas
    spots of inked excuses
    aimed at purpose

    he called it love
    he called it mine
    yet somehow
    we are restless
    something we seemed to be
    during grey skies
    when it would rain

    though seemingly calm
    our eyes screamed glory
    and we knew no shame

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    HarverTomsson commented on often and then


    And you wanted more? Never kill the idealist within. She is your life, your very life. I really like this, if only to meet another dissatisfied mind - lol.

    kdarcy commented on often and then


    Loved it, flowed for me with good word combos

    monkyntz commented on often and then


    beautifully writen, the words flow so easy off the tongue

    dahlusion commented on often and then


    Subtly sexy, and beautifully poetic.

    abbadejuju commented on often and then


    wordplay flows with such ease!awesome.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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