No Plea Except Guilty | Short Poem No. 6

I have no plea, so what can I say?

I’ve gotten myself in trouble again.

Because, like a long reverb, you stay inside my head

as every word you say slowly, slowly drifts away.

And now I’m in trouble again

because you’re a song that’s on repeat

as I’m drifting down the street.

But love won’t hear my plea to set me free.

No plea

So now I’m sucked in and it’s no contest.

My mind and soul have no rest

because of this emotional distress.

I’m in trouble as I’m captive to you.

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If you like this poem, check out “This Poetic Love!” by Warren Richards, as well as my own post “Love Hug Kiss.”

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Hawaiian Islands | Short Poem No. 5

In the Hawaiian Islands:

While the breeze was cool

and being evening, it was dark outside.

The lights were glowing bright

as the fire burned inside our hearts.

And, as we sat there, I told you that we’d never part.

While Hawaiian band played, that steel guitar sold my heart.

Hawaiian Islands

Meanwhile, your skin was tanned, glowing by the fire.

And, in your hand, my soul hung by a wire.

As you spoke, the feelings we acquired

above all, were of the future we desired.

There, you took my love with skill and art.

While Hawaiian band played, that steel guitar sold my heart.

If you liked this post, also check out “courtship and romance”  by JackCollier7, as well as my own post “Roses Red Violets Blue.”

Featured Photo by Thomas AE on Unsplash.

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Symphony Hall | Short Poem No. 3

I’m in the symphony hall.

There’s the sound of a violin as I walk down the street.

I’m hearing sweet music play, the drum is my feet.

My mind is the bow that slides on the strings.

This happens whenever I think of you

(the warmth that you bring).

Symphony Hall

I’m just a simple boy, but I’m leading a symphony

when, in my mind, I pursue thoughts of you and me.

But the music never stops because we finally have each other.

And plays the symphony of the night

as we walk down the street (hand in hand).

Your voice is the melody, the winds makes a harmony.

And making rhythms as I walk,

it’s the symphony of the night.

Photo by Tim Wright on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out “Falling in love” by Latmospherique, as well as my own post, “14 Line Poem.”

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