In the morning.


In the morning I gently wake you
and for a moment you look at me
as if you don't remember
and then you do and you smile with glee.

In the morning I speak softly to you
as I change you and freshen you up.
And then I help you with your drink
because you can't hold the cup.

In the morning I remind you
what day it is today.
I tell you what we're going to do
we'll watch TV and play.

In the morning I always tell you
how very special you are.
And you hate me to leave the room
You always say "Don't go far".

In the morning sometimes the feelings
cut through me like a knife.
I don't know how many we have left
You're in the evening of your life.

Just the thought of Jezza is enough to bring me out in hives ..... but DANCING ?????
Please NO! NO!! NO!!!

Than very much.

I will create another when I am in the mood - probably about a dinosaur (I will steer well clear of emotions).

God is in the Flowers

God is in the harvest
God is in the snow
God is in the farthest
Places that you go

God is in the towers
God is in the shields
God is in the flowers
God is in the fields


©

This one sounds as if it's from personal experience. I was a carer for my Mum, which I won't go into; I also know someone who's suffering from dementia. Maybe I've said too much, or I'm barking up the wrong tree. Either way the poem's very moving.

By the way Ruth, to make poems stand out a bit, some of us use 'bold' text for the titles. It's optional of course but if you want bold, click on the capital B above the posting box

I've never seen a Trot do the foxtrot


Velociraptors are neat

Well, I popped in because I found a Saturday window - hopefully I'll be back on Tuesday, so bye for now all

You are spot on Musty. It is heart wrenching.

Silver lining

It's easy to go under
when the burdens that you bear
feel very very heavy,
and you feel you cannot share.

But there IS a silver lining
to every cloud that's dark.
We may not see it right away.
It takes time to make it's mark.

Sometimes you need to look for it
explore and search it out.
Work at being positive
and throw the bad stuff out.

Don't focus on the negative,
and you will find I'm right !
And what's my silver lining?
Well, I'm off out tonight.

NOW I have a new life
I had to ditch the old.
And this one's warm and friendly
Not stark and bare and cold.

I didn't know it at the time,
hindsight's a wonderful thing,
I HAD been living in the darkest cloud
Now, I'm LOVING the bright lining!

I love that poem; so lovely and bitter-sweet

HMS Ipada.

Goodbye good ship and all who sail.
I let slip enough to fail.
Times I can't be doing this.
Nothing that I won't miss.

Better out than staying in.
Greater to have said, than spin
another way to say the same.
Another place to put the blame.

Things to do I haven't done.
See you. Have fun.

The sweetness of suffering.

Razors through flesh.

The mind a kaleidoscope of beautiful torments.

Longing and desire of the heart forever unfulfilled.

More moments

For three weeks now I've watched you
as you've been watching me.
Our eyes lock all the time now
and I know what I see.
I look into your very soul
and you look into mine.
We both know what's to come
but when is the right time?
We spoke tonight, just idle chat
I don't remember what
you said to me, I was lost
I was stuttering and hot.
And I felt a sudden urge
to touch you, but I couldn't.
I wanted you to touch me too
but somehow knew you wouldn't.
And then as quickly as it started
our little chat was done
and I went back to my table
I looked and you were gone.
But now the ice is broken
now we are acquainted.
Though when you first came up to me
I gasped and nearly fainted.
I wonder where we go from here?
Will you make a play?
Do you know how much I want you?
Go on ... please make my day!

Bloody hell that's a bit racy!

Mine was pretty lame but never mind.

LOLOLOL

Oh I LOVE that word 'racy' ... it's one of my ALL time faves!

And didn't I warn you that I need to drone on and on to get any sort of picture going?

Your's wasn't at All tame .... just a very different style to mine and very effective too I might add.

SLEEP

I climbed into bed
waiting to slip
into the arms of Hypnos
and get a decent kip!
But it didn't happen
My mind was going "phew"
ten to the dozen
filled with thoughts of you.

Just how old AM I?
I feel about seventeen!
Needing to sleep
.... perchance to dream.
But not being able
all because we spoke.
It's been many many years
since I felt this for a bloke.

I'm not naive though.
I know what going on.
They call it a rebound
Your probably not THE one.
But for now I don't care
I really don't give a toss.
You make me feel wonderful
You took my sense of loss.

So for now I'm happy
Though tired out it's true.
But tired in a good way.
All because of you.
I cannot wait to meet again
The hours are dragging by
yet when I am with you
the hours, they just fly.

I'm so excited
My life is now pure bliss.
I so look forward to
Our first romantic kiss.
And when the first is done
I hope there are many more
And then you'll take me in your arms
and throw me to the floor!

...............................................


*the remainder of this poem has been censored due to it's inappropriate content which is unsuitable for a public forum*

Thank you

No light.

No hope.

Stygian blackness.

Regret piled on regret.

Life's cruelty a gene infected joke.

A passport to endless disappointment and pain.

Better to have never seen the birthglow at all.

Wow Keyser !!!!!!

You can certainly knock out a powerful piece in just a few words.

THAT took my breath away!

Sounds to me like you need a big squishy Bobbysmom type hug.

(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((K-S))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Thank you.

I do need one.

Morning comes and I feel dread
I know I have to rise from bed
Pain is swift,""NO" please I weep"
I sigh, I cry, it's on repeat.

Pain rips through my every joint
Now thinking "whats the point"
I feel so bad I feel so ill
Doctors say " Hey have this pill"

That does not work I've heard me say
A'hem take it twice a day
But doctor It has no effect
Ok Mrs Smith....NEXT.


Didn't get to finish this btw.

Four AM.

Dead ebb.

Time of tears, crushed dreams, lost hopes and corpses washed upon distant shores.

Exhaustion personified.

Disappointment of another endless day to come.

What has been achieved?

Missed chances.

Lost friends.

Unrequited loves.

Remembered by nobody.

Loved by nobody.

Mourned by nobody.

Absolute zero.

Life as a goalless draw.

'Tis true, a positive outlook generally works best

Nice to see some erotic poems being posted I've written several over the years but they're too norty for the thread

I enjoyed these Ruth

Ey oop Ian

I hope you're not leaving us John - the HMS Ipada wouldn't be the same without you