I could get used to all this attention,
The way your fingers glide through my hair.
The way a smile ripples across your lips.
if only all of our moments were like these.
But I won't talk about all the bad times,
As we have had so many of them.
This past week has bee breath taking.
To sit and be in your arms and never letting go,
to be gently rocked as songs are head or of natures calls.
to know that this could still be us. I could only dream.
Author notes
Write about good memories
A contest entry
- FREE VERSE, OTHER OPTIONS. by AngelicMistress.
1000 points, ended August 27, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Bittersweet memories pull us to and fro, playing with our sympathies, massaging memories of our own to add their burden to what is read. Emotions absorb what is shared here, intensifying own, to be carried away with us. Silent, what cannot be said.
A Strong poem.
Good luck in the competition.
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YOU HAVE DONE A GREAT JOB WITH THIS PIECE, POET
GOOD LUCK IN THE CONTEST, AND THANK YOU FOR ENTERING IN SAME.
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Wishful the thoughts bleak is the heart
Lost hope and wishful thoughts, this is what you speak of for so many are the painful days that they overshadow the moments were love reigned supreme.
Let love grow stronger over time for these memories soon will be lost as the rest of the lives we once lived.
I like it, I like it so.
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very wishful thoughts. bad things always over shadow my life.
But im keeping my head held high and taking it one day at a time. -
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It is the only way you can look at things, if you try to plan too far ahead something will surely come up and rip those plans to shreds.
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dont we all know what. i cant even plan a day head of time, cause things just fall apart any ways lol.
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