I climbed the mountains
I sailed the seas
I searched the forests
Yet none did they please
I spoke foreign tongues
And ate their foods
Their rivers I swam
But still my heart broods
Something still calls me
From far away
Just what it is
I just cannot say
But then I recalled
A seer once said
"Do travel the world
Your mind must be fed"
"Though far you may go
Remember this
Your heart will crave for
Your mothers first kiss"
Just what he had meant
I never knew
Until that one day
It came out of the blue
England's green pastures
Oak forests deep
My country of birth
Now caused me to weep
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I laughed to myself as we
Hugged and kissed each other
In the dark dank passageway
It was not the only time
That we had taken the risk
They said it was forbidden
Her and me clinched together
Oh what a feeling that was
Families quite unaware
Luckily our paths at crossed
Our eyes met and that was that
An opportunity seized
Enabling us to meet for
A few moments of freedom
Secret trysts, stolen kisses
We were both only seven
This poem tells of two young kids meeting for a kiss after school and being only seven each line of the poem contains only seven syllables. (Later: Oops I have realized I used Clinch rather than Cinch...whatever! I prefer my word.)
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It was her bright eyes of course
Twinkling like the evening stars
That pierced me with passion's dart
That stole away my poor heart
Her voice like a sirens call
Whispering sweet love divine
Mists they rose and all was clear
Each word she spoke was so dear
Long ago she beckoned me
Beside her I now lay down
My head safe upon her breast
Cuddled in cared not for rest
But she's gone now from my side
So I must dream all alone
Whispering trees say not where
Mindless of my deep despair
Such is life's every bloom
That sadly fades as love cools
The heat that once drove us on
Tears like petals now have gone
Those days have now long past
How sweet my memories are
But oft I wake with a start
As I recall passion's dart
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In the distant past
O to be a child again
(Not the milky stage!)
Changing shape each year
Never getting tired playing
Sunshine or in rain
Feet squishing mud
Knocking on Dad's pumpkin
Growing in garden
Streets almost empty
Seeing sheep fly in clouds
Finding a bird's nest
First ride in a car
Cutting myself with a penknife
Scratching name in bricks
Too busy to write
In diary when outside called
Coming home dirty
Hoping for a theme
That would suit boys not just girls
Writing an essay
Looking at sweet Sue
Who smiled at me in class
She had long blonde plaits
Wish I could go back
Remembering what shaped me
Before I grew up
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Ink from a cuttlefish
Sting of a bee
Romance is over
Between you and me
Silence is mutable
Words are a threat
Sun's not shining
You've flown from the net
Sparkle has now all gone
Snow flakes they fall
Your threats not veiled
Grief now casts its pall
Tapestry woven
Precise you've schemed
Love's flown away
All's not what it seemed
This ignorant lover
Made such a mess
Lightness to dark
I'll miss your caress
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Words, words speak
Such evil intentions
Don't touch me
Give, give now
Come closer to me
Whisper thoughts
Float, float high
Away on the breeze
Just feel me
Look, look see
Truth is in our eyes
Not in words
Stop, stop now
Just who can I trust
Is it you?
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He had put on his dark blue suit
And was still tying his striped tie
Meanwhile she stared in the mirror
Wondering what on earth to wear
She could just see his reflection
He didn't really want to go
With his hungry eyes on her
Meaning he'd get less not more of her
She was so glad she had found him
"So what do you think" she then asked
Pointing to the gowns on the bed
"How about the blue one?" he asked
"To match your tie, why not the red?"
Her eyes twinkled in the mirror
"A red tie makes me look angry
So no one else will dance with me
And I'll be the wallflower" he moaned
She laughed, it just didn't matter
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