Wrote these...I guess as an exploration of what's changed around me since the relationship ended. Got three done, then inspiration left me.

Wrote these...I guess as an exploration of what's changed around me since the relationship ended. Got three done, then inspiration left me.
The Dresser
It bore your brush
It held your clothes
It hid your bras and panties
You've not been here
Not even near
The dresser now sits empty

The Bed
The sheets are yours
The pillows mine
The quilt was ours together
But something's wrong
With you now gone
The bed holds two now never

The Bookshelves
Our books were mixed
Our tastes entwined
Genres clashing on shelves
Your books vacated
The war abated
My books sit now by themselves

I wrote this one for a girl I'm chatting to right now. I've never been able to figure out why people can't accept that they're beautiful. Managed to convince her with my poetry though
A photo on the railway tracks
A beauty standing still
Hands in pockets, feet apart
To my eyes you are a thrill

Your hair like frozen sunlight
Eyes like mountain lakes
Lips as soft as velvet
Your face makes men's hearts break

So, yeah, I had quite a weekend...you can read about it on the main forum though. While stranded at my ex's place, I had a lot of time to amuse myself though, so I wrote...
A stranger's wife
Eyes like midnight diamonds
A voice so soft and sweet
Linked in love to another
Before we could meet

A lucky man her husband is
To see her every morn
Her perfect skin turned golden
By the first light of the dawn

To be her friend's an honour
I can scarcely hope to claim
Since should the friendship falter
I'll shoulder all the blame

My affection must be tempered
Not restricted or concealed
After all, it's nigh impossible
To hide the way I feel

At a glance my heart will quicken
My lips curl in a smile
And when her face lights up the same
My heart rate hits new highs

Though jealousy is easy
I'd much rather let it go
After all, if he weren't worthy
Would she take him as her beau?

Besides that, the friendship's wonderful
We chattered through the night
While wandering moonlit city streets
With a tour group themed on fright

I'll be polite and charming
I've been that way all my life
And maintain this perfect friendship
With a total stranger's wife


And this one's not got a name...

Visiting a girl is hard
When her intentions are unclear
When her affection switches hot and cold
Whenever you are near

The situation worsens
When her ex is there as well
You try to just ignore him
Since you're sure he's leaving soon

And sure enough he goes
But you still end up alone
Left to entertain yourself
While she chatters on the phone

And then the ex returns
And he'll stay until the morning
You never would have come
Had she given you a warning

Alas there's no escape
Since you've no transport of your own
You're stranded in her loungeroom
Many hours from your home

You're sleeping on the couch now
Her ex sleeps in her bed
You've got endless strings of wishes
That you'd just stayed home instead

Tomorrow you can leave
Catch an early morning train
After bidding her goodbye
Leave her to play her childish games


And one about my night on the couch

For someone tall as I am
The couch is not a bed
My feet hang off the bottom
From the other end, my head

In discomfort on the sofa
Trying hard to sleep
Using all the tricks I've heard
From lullabyes to counting sheep

In the end it's soothing music
From the discman in my bag
Gentle melody surrounds me
Sending me off to dream land


I've noticed all my stuff has the same format...it just seems to be the way I think...*shrugs* Anyway, hope you liked them

Alone right now
With people around.
They see me and pass,
Without making a sound.
Numb to the world
Fighting battles inside.
Push emotions away
Find the good ones that died.
No one can help me
I'll beat this myself.
Depression's a curse
I'll fight it til death. 

Memento.

Long ago we were over
The relationship died.
But you didn't let go,
Keeping feelings inside.

Now I've met a new girl.
The catch - she's your friend.
Straight away you demand
The relationship's end.

You won't let me date her
So this is goodbye.
I'll leave you her friendship
To remember me by.

This first one doesn't really have a name...it was mainly just abstract thoughts that I managed to make rhyme. ------------------------
Sometimes the world gets too much
Makes me want to run and hide
Or maybe fall and die
Or just sit down and cry

But the problem is I'm stubborn
Soldier on and don't complain
March on through wind and rain
In the end it's all the same
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This next one was going to be a poem when I started, made out of the leftover ideas from the previous poem.
And before you worry, no, I'm not feeling suicidal. But the poem is sort of a glance back at the times when I have felt that way.

Promises

Too many promises made
Long forgotten by those that hold them
But whether they remember or not
If I break my word, I've failed them

Sure, if I break it they'll never know
It's not like we've kept in touch
They'll go on with their lives, wherever they are
Unaware that for me life's too much

But again there's the promises
Made time and again
A promise holds power
When made to a friend

So I guess I'll keep living
One day at a time
And vent all my sorrow
In snippets of rhyme

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Thought I'd have a try at a more lyrical style. It turned out pretty well I think.

Thought I'd have a try at a more lyrical style. It turned out pretty well I think.
Now if I can just learn to give these things names...oh well, enjoy
 I sit here alone
Walls all around me
Brain too busy to sleep
Words flicker by
I write a few down
Pondering which ones to keep

Poetry doesn't come easy to me
Just a single verse can take an age
But at times like these
When the darkness crowds in
The words in my head fill the page

A half recalled quote
The other half fake
It suits the purpose well
A few more lines
Just enough for a hint
So when someone reads they can tell

Poetry doesn't come easy to me
But stories, of those I'm a master
Try to make the words rhyme
Get a rhythm in place
And perhaps then a poem will come faster...

To make them all see
That's all I want
Show them what's inside my head
Wish all they want
Even push it on me
But the last thing I'll ever be's dead

Nerds, jocks, geeks and goths
Gangstas and yokels as well
You'll find them all here, at all times of year
In this place that I like to call "hell"

Doesn't that just take you back to high school?

The city streets
I walk alone
People passing by
With measured steps
And steady gait
No-one meets my eye

They turn without seeing
Away from my path
I journey on with ease
My destination unknown
But what does it matter
My therapy's walking the streets

Through wind or calm
Or rain or shine
Or sun hidden in the clouds
I'll still walk on
My head held high
But alone within the crowds

Haiku

I don't get haikus
The syllables are too weird
And the words don't rhyme

Love

It's not a poem. Hell, I'm not sure what to call it. I wrote it at 3 am last night, about 5 minutes after it popped into my head and I realised that if I didn't write it down I'd forget it by morning.

So if anyone knows what to call it, let me know.
Anyway, here it is:


What know I of love? I who've kept company with more comely maidens than angels could imagine. I who've woken many a time in the embrace of a lass met only in passing the eve before.
You ask me of love when I've slept in the arms of countless lovers. No, not lovers...lusters...whose arms speak of nothing but the desire for pleasure. Whose eyes look no further than the next morning. But to be held in the arms of a true lover, arms that speak of affection more eloquently than words, the merest touch being a promise of forever...
What know I of love? Sadly, not a thing...

Sand

Sand...hmmmm...rightio then
*ahem*

There once was a man from iceland
Who liked to roll 'round in the sand.
It got in his britches,
And it had 'em in stitches
But when the coppers showed up he was banned.

Thankye

Summer

Here we go. A summer poem AND a true story:

Waiting throughout the hot summer
The pipes in the yard flooding bad
Estate agent, they promised a plumber
A month later no arrival, we're mad
The situation just couldn't be dumber
But there was no luck to be had
After ranting and raving from mother
The agent was looking quite sad
At last we got our two plumbers
From our pipes they pulled three tons of sand
Our pipes, they now link to the sewer
Our back yard doesn't flood all that bad
I'll enjoy the remainder of summer
Or at least what there's left to be had