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.”

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Moments Notice | Short Poem No. 4

In a moments notice I was in another place.

My feet walk on the hot sand.

A cool ocean breeze runs through my hair.

Your fingers settled in between mine.

The world had it’s worries but we forgot to care.

Can a moment like this stretch into eternity,

when you look into someone’s eyes?

moments notice

But time always moves on.

The moment always dies.

And you look back and dream,

wishing of another day;

to be again in that moment.

But as you dream of the past,

today, the moment that could have been,

slowly drifts away.

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If you liked this post, check out “Time Flies” by KaylaAnn, as well as my own post “Labor Day is Gone.”

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