The Poet Who Fell in Love
A collection of love poems.
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Before I say I Love You
1.) Do you dream about me? 2.) When I found my diary open on my bed was it you who read it? 3.) When you hear my name in conversation do your insides flutter?
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A Cautionary Tale
It's true that a poem can come from a single word. In this case it is 'fragments' which I actually picked up on in my physics revision guide! I can now no longer say I don't owe physics anything.
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A Little Dream of Me
I find myself cradling the pillows; they are pale with grief. They miss the caress of his hair, the brush of his stubble, and the way his snores sent waves across their welcoming bellies.
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Always Summer
I read John Le Carré below the beams of a converted farmhouse, under the arm of rural France. Light filtered in through the slats of painted wooden shutters,
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Amnesia
My trail of footprints sinks into the sand like a long, rambling confession; the ins and outs of two years of extreme loneliness.
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And Other Acts of Masochism
Cool fingers tread carefully on my skin, circling the black hole of my navel. And those eyes are suspended above me like two strange stars in the murky galaxy of my bedroom.
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Anything to Forget
I wander into my father's tool shed. My fingers twitch for a hammer To smash at my temples so that the memories May drip from my ear that witnessed His whispers, his promises.
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Bittersweet
In the attic She lies beneath A blue square of sky Clinging to the bed clothes She can still smell The cake he baked for her
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Body Language
My fingers making spirals on your upturned palm - your spine, a shivering river, wading between the valley of your shoulder blades. My hand, floating downstream.
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Cursed
I am proud to say that I am a curvy girl but I have been bullied because of my shape. These experiences inspired 'Cursed'.
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Half-Light
A story of love and the loss of love. For my friend Sam.
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Eden
A poem about young love. And how we may think that a person is perfect they can turn out to be no different than any other.
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Somewhere Only We Know
Another poem about young love and the special places that love takes us to.
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Erin
A poem about someone trapped in an abusive relationship with their partner that they are desperate to escape.
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Hospital Bed Diaries
A poem about how love can spring in the strangest places.
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Enigma
Sometimes in a relationship it doesn't just have to be the woman that feels vulnerable. Men have ghosts too.
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Moving On
This poem explores the difficulty of letting go of one relationship and embracing another. Ghosts of past lovers can be haunting sometimes.
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Loosen My Grip
This poem is similar to 'Moving On', it purveys the same emotions but in fewer words.
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The Bully
This poem is based on a real experience and explores the irony of people who bullied each other at school ending up together in later life.
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The Softest Music
This poem works on two levels. It's up to the reader to decide if the events are all in the character's head or if they are real.
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Harvey
Recently my family suffered a loss. It was those intense emotions that prompted me to write 'Harvey'.
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Through the Bars
My comment on life's social hierarchy.
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Love is Blind
A warning to anyone who is considering an internet relationship.
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Juliet
Front door snap. Head phones in To block out her mother Howling her threats of banishment. But it didn’t matter. This wasn’t her home anymore.
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This Prison
I wake to a blue and yellow pastel dawn Chalked with white clouds And I know I dreamt about you again.
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The Condemned
And you were the north - everything pointed to you. All my heart had to do was follow the signs.
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The Day the Poetry Stopped
At fourteen you made me Believe in true love. A chance meeting, Bodies brush like the tide.
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The Poet Who Fell in Love
It’s taken us a long time to get here. And I’m scared it will take me longer to get back. Your arm sways at my side like a rusty swing. Our fingers touch but can’t seem to attach.
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Perfection
You always tried to hide Your thick red hair with a hat. But your cheeks were A permanent blush From school taunting.
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Under My Skin
The letters that spell out ‘I love you’ Pitch their tents In the heart-shaped hole Of his chest And sting like a cold shower.
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Indigo and Gold
And it’s just us. Locked in a turbulent tango Across an eclipsing ballroom To the giddy pipes of fate.
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Flatliner
The green line makes Mountains on the monitor And that steady Beeping Pulses a lullaby. I grasp your hand like An anchor. Although I know your Wings ache to Spread Beneath dusty sheets.
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Pandora
The summer was heralded By a chorus of ice cream vans Humming Green sleeves As they flowed through The tributaries of the suburb.
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Icarus
I was a moth with pale wings patterned with coffee rings, thinking that one flutter could make your heart skip a beat.
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Siren
I am a mirage born into a cradle of opium dreams. At night you sit in your concave room, basking in the violet artificial glow
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Lipstick On Your Collar
Late again. I pick holes in your story like a moth. I know you were with her. Your fingers recoil guiltily to your pockets.
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Poet, Heal Thyself
The mourners come like bedraggled crows to swarm the casket. I find I have cried for her too many times; my tears are dry, they fall like confetti
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Ritual
First, the anger. Fingernails scrape lightning on a blackened sky.
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Intensive Care
I despise this bleached Eden. This cold and clinical forest where clear, vine-like tubes twist around metal trees.
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We Rowed
Never the proud, protective lover; I was too fragile to break. We rowed, so I clawed at your face like a rake, slicing you to smother and smooth my ache.
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Demands
You ask for the moon. I trek down into the indigo sky-mine, pickaxe in hand. Hack away at the blue rock, until I find a lump of ore - glowing like a pupil-less eye - lost its stare.
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Drummer Boy
For Tom. Each beat he hits - an electric charge like lightning carving a path through the atmosphere.
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When You Left
My clothes curled from my skin. Buttons, rebelled, stitches unpicked themselves, thread by thread
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Growing Apart
In the beginning we were like county borders – the divide only manmade; our geography the same. Like landscapes we lay entwined -
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Wound
An old muse whispers on with a bit of Wilfred Owen thrown in! It is my poisonous poppy that out-bleeds all of those roses that you gave the others.
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Remainders
To other men I was an enigma; a code they could never quite crack.
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Untouchable
A sister piece to 'Remainders'. What is a touch but a simple collision of atoms? Never meant much - until your realisation
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Supernova
Sequel to 'Untouchable'. I am a walking supernova, collapsing in on myself - slowly, slowly imploding under the weight of your indifference to my existence.
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Summer
Off to university this October, unfortunately this means I'll be leaving a few people behind this summer. 'Nothing is captive - times spins so fast the colours are blurred.'
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Ritardando
Spring is late this year. April is born into a cold, grey hole and the seasons are so out of sync. Perhaps it is time slowing down, for our sakes.
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Ton Autre Amour
It wasn't that I didn't like Paris; the colours lazily reclining on their canvasses at Montmartre. Gargoyles crawling up the outstretched fingers of Notre Dame.
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Maladaptive Coping Behaviour
I slip away from everyone at the B&B and sneak down the beach road, bare-foot with sandals in hand, to the sand dunes for a sly cigarette.
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Warning
The archaeologist, her hands red with earth, finds our words buried deep within dust and dirt. They have slipped so far into the soil; they are almost archaic.
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Simplicity (Inspiration Point)
60 word inspiration point: a lizard and an orchard.
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Our Love
I remind myself that our love is better, softer, purer than others. Yes, our love's bed sheets are bright and white and clean and flat.
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Unbreakable
We lie, entwined, in a cocoon of steamed glass. Here, held captive in one slice of an alternate reality, protected from the cold world of sluicing rain.
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Donnian
"For I am every dead thing In whom Love wrought new alchemy." - John Donne
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Requiem
It hits me every time I come back: the smell of his soap in the bathroom.
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