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you never knew  you never knew that i loved you i watched you make your every move you never knew my heart was yours i wrote you love letters every day you never saw them, they were never sent you passed me in the hallway at school i melted into a puddle of awe and bliss you never knew i dissolved this way  i went to the mall to smell your perfume  you never knew i loved the way you smelled you never saw the image i had of you i couldn't draw but i drew pictures of you everyday you never knew i knew your face by heart i memorized the way your lips curled into a smile you never knew i loved your smile you never knew i was so sad when went with him i wished that was me by your side instead you never knew how good i'd treat you i saw him flirt with girls behind your back you never knew how faithful i would be you never knew i had a photo of you on my wall i gazed at your yearbook photos for hours on end you never knew...

time tictocking wilted flowers, grey-sky showers, waste away the brooding hours opaque dreams, silent screams, sleepless nights split time's seams friendless days, forgotten ways, lonesome memories all that stays immobile motions, somnolent notions, set adrift on life's oceans heart frozen, love unchosen, emotions build, no explosion inert reasons, mental lesions, lost inside year-long seasons epic enigma, life's insignia, live alone marks with stigma fate's knocking, destiny's rocking, eternity waits, time tictocking © 2015 ajwrites57 A Long

she d ❤ es scrimshaw she does scrimshaw on roses, her velvety touch, she does marvelous work maybe a little too much she uses red ones and white ones and pink ones too you'd be amazed at the carving that she can do she engraves love symbols, like hearts and flowers she can do this so long, for hours and hours she started her scroll-work in another place, too lately she carves on my heart, what can i do? my heart trembles and shivers when she sculpts away she's taken to doing this everyday she carefully, softly, carves with her scrimshander's art i can feel the markings when we're apart deftly, her fine tools carve and create i sit still for her artwork, no matter how late she's engraved her name in the center, so deep she said it's forever, it's there for keeps i never objected and i never will her artistry enthralls me her love ever fills © 2015 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ More love poetry  here.

wet land the plinking, pinging of rain at night redounds the silence of memory's sight the liquid essence of cloud's release mirrors man's tears with no surcease the dripping, plopping in pools of rain gather together like puddles of pain moisture gathers in morning mist the fog of sadness's forlorn kiss dew rests softly in the morning sun brings no relief from midnight's run as water flows toward the sea a river of tears flow from me © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long

For you For you, my heart sputters,  churns and  burns, my heart waits,  yearns and  turns. For you, my heart's  on fire,  sparks and  flames, my heart  sizzles, scorches and sears. For you, my heart  bleeds,  boils and  beats, my heart  pulses, loves and longs. For you my heart  feels, flutters and  floats, my heart soars and smiles. For you, my heart  aches, shakes and stirs, my heart, rumbles and tumbles. For you,  my heart is bared, cares and shares, my heart lives and gives. For you. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By Julia Warshal via Flickr Creative Commons

Ballad of Me  With pen  in hand  (I dislike to type.)  sitting, dazed,  I take a swipe. Ink flows  onto  white-lined pad,  methinks aloud,  "'Tis not too bad!"  Rhyming  like  a super bard,  at times,  a poem  can come  hard. Chained,  to a chair,  I sit  and write,  on and on,  through  day  and  night. Coffee  flows,  like the ink, it helps me  focus, thoughts  to think.  Moonlight shines upon the page, nighttime writing  is the rage. Face  is growing  wan  and pallid from lack of sun, so now it's time I end this ballad.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Cali4beach via Flickr

Mind Sounds Swirling thoughts, spinning round, pulsing music, colliding sound. Machine hums echoes rebound, ideas circle, images abound. Mental motion, think aloud, decibels rise, raucous crowd. Clanging cymbals, metal sound, brain's function, notions wound. Figures focus, cranial collage, whirring, scraping, mirage barrage. Symphonic measure, cacophonous beat, concept cluster, attitude retreat. Sounds, thoughts, reverberate round, images, noise, headward bound. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image :  http://www.freeimageslive.com/galleries/backdrops/abstract/pics/abstractcarnationnegative.jpg

soulful sadness Silently, he wept.  The sullen  stillness  weighed  on his heart,  like water-filled  balloons,  too heavy  to hold  and dropped.  And broke.  Like the water  escaping  from the balloons,  so, too, does  his heavy  heart spill  water-filled tears.  The remaining drops, drip, one-by-one, counting out, the beats of  his broken heart. The scratched record played a slow,  blues rhythm. The woeful dirge  drum beat deep,  intoning the mournful,  will-less,  silence of fears.  The thump  of the heart,  in time,  with the  quiet shadows,  showed his  soulful sadness. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Bygone (http://www.flickr.com/photos/bygone/5574430802/) CC-BY-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed...

Coffee The grand elixir of morning throes. The great fixer of sleeper's woes. ☕ The grind of future feats await. The grounds of heaven's flavor gate. ☕ The taste of water heated gold. The trace of aromatic beans unfold ☕ The palate pleaser from stoneware cups. The palace teaser and bottoms ups. ☕ The treasure of caffeine's power true. The measure of dripping glorious brew. ☕ The font of youthful beverage sink. The flaunt of every royal drink. ☕ © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By lisasolonynko

ways gone by The rolling hills of yesteryear,  how I see them, crystal clear. The days gone by, far and near. The winsome wisps of all the faces, how I long for all their traces. The ways gone by, all the places. The simple smiles, curling lips, how I see them, memory slips. The days gone by, movie clips. The little habits from the past, how I see them, frozen fast. The ways gone by, vices last. The silent someones in my mind, how I see them, people blind. The days gone by, still unwind. The aged specters in my thoughts, how I see them, phantoms wrought. The ways gone by, futures bought. The hope that lingers in the soul, how I see them, when they're whole. The days gone by, no one to fool. The memories linger in the sun, how I see them, on the run. The ways gone by, come undone. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image by:  Hugh Chevallier, CC-BY-SA-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons If you enjoy this poem, you can find more o...

between between the lines of age, a bar from every cage, a line from every page, days of life, we swage. ★ ★ ★ between the hands of time, a ring from every chime, a line from every rhyme days of life, we sublime. ★ ★ ★ between the echoes of sound, a song from every ground, a line from every round, days of life, we redound. ★ ★ ★ between the rhythm of dance, a heart from every romance, a line from every chance, days of life, we enhance. ★ ★ ★ between the hands of fate, a choice between every gate, a line from every strait, days of life, we relate. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By imelenchon If you enjoy this poem, you can find more of my writing  here.

In fears In fears In fears I fight with feckless fury,  losing lengthy bouts, unfraught with glory.  Endless days evolve into light-less fright,  daylight shines the same as night.  Forgotten moments remembered sorely,  feign a laugh in tearful mourning.  Unwanted faces fill my mind,  fractal memories, intertwined. Horror sounds a shrill alarm,  afraid, no escape from misery's harm.  Shiver, shake and tremble loud,  pushing back the blackest shroud.  Nightmares fill my waking hours,  sleep holds back restoring powers.  Unleashed monsters, from dawn to dark,  blinding billows of dark so stark.  Dread pursues from each direction,  never finding calm reflection.  Sagacious specters haunt my life,  with ferocious fervor filled with strife.  Shadows stalk my thoughts and desires,  singe them with infernal fires.  ...

As I As I breathe the air of our love, I float on buoyant clouds of joy. I hover above the ground. I glide in the poetry of emotion. As I hold your lithe loveliness, I touch a sweet mist of elation. I sense the essence of gladness. I caress the reality of your being. As I merge with your being, I become one with your spirit, I know your deepest, inner life, I feel your glowing love for me. As I savor the sweetness of your soul, I taste the fullness of your mouth, I am inebriated by your nectar. I stagger, intoxicated by your love. As I mingle with your memories, I see our unity on display. I resonate with pleasing music. I reverberate our potent melody. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  By greyerbaby

Cupid's Arrows Arrows Cupid's arrows fly at will, Seeking hearts to wound and thrill. The object of a heart's desire, a soul, ablaze with burning fire. No one knows when love will come, or which direction the arrow's from. So we sit and watch and wait, until the arrow strikes; true and straight. The arrows fly toward their marks, wounded hearts, flying sparks. Hearts, bruised, raw and sore, bursting love, wanting more. Beating, pulsing, throbbing true, beloved reaches, bleeding through. So we love and ache and care, because the arrows reach us there. Cupid's art affects us all, big, little, great or small. Hearts, blinded, made deaf, too. Love's power pierces through, deep inside of me and you. Boring deep, turning screw. No one left, all have known love has found us all alone. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  Léon Bazille Perrault [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Her Her molten presence inflamed me today. My blood began to boil and roil, turn to lava. My tongue, rolled, swelled, left me tongue-tied. My heart raced, sizzled, bubbled, with heat of love.  My skin scorched, electric fever singed my face. Her ebullient embraces emboldened me today. My mind raced and traced the lines of her face. My lips mentioned and meditated on her name. My voice declared the delight of her deliciousness. My song echoed the majesty of her elegant essence. Her glorious graces engulfed my life today. My spirit soared in salubrious circles around her. My soul searched each sense to find her beauty. My being was buoyed by knowing her completely. My eternity was infinite in each experience of her glory. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤  image:  greyerbaby

We gather We gather round glowing fire, Kindred spirits, friends conspire. We find a place at this hour, Hope and love and super power. We gather in this sacred place, Arm and arm, heart embrace. We find depth within this space, Strength and peace and super grace. We gather in this passing time Mind to mind, perfect rhyme, We find soul rest, spirits climb, Faith and comfort and life sublime. We gather in a hidden sphere, Elided egos, union clear. We find joy’s eternal cheer, Orbs and knots and super dear. We merge at this precious hour, Hearts encircled, melded here. We find friends at this loving time, Life and feeling and super share.  © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  Photo:  By Steve Ball CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

dry and brittle As the pages of life turn dry and brittle, I wonder how so much or how so little. How’ve the days just passed me by? What about what I did and didn’t try? How I’ve lived and how I’ve died, truths I’ve lived and lies I’ve lied. How’ve the days all slipped away? What about lost nights and days? Loves I’ve loved and loves I’ve lost, heads or tales, the coins I’ve tossed. How’ve the days of loving ceased? What about the loves released? Roads I’ve traveled near or far, wishes forgotten, upon a star. How’ve the dreams all gone astray? What about the long, forgotten way? © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long Image by:  By Fredericks at it.wikipedia, CC-BY-SA-3.0 from Wikimedia Commons If you enjoyed this poem, find more  here.

The Rhythm  Your love fills my day with music. My heart beats to the rhythm  of your love. The music in my memory, replays your melody in my heart. The tune of my heart beats to the rhythm  of your love. The pulsing percussion of our passion empowers our love. The crescendo of our love cascades to climax, fulfillment of love. © 2013 ajwrites57 A Long  Photo  By Uryah (Own work) via Wikimedia Commons