My apologies

Just another love poem

I can’t help but thinking

that something I said

has chased away any and all

My damp eyes once blinking,

appear bloodshot red,

my heartbeat is starting to stall

 

The echoes are filling

this giant expanse,

where I seem to stand all alone

I’m sorry for spilling

the theme of romance,

I’d change if I only had known

 

For all I had written

in words and in rhyme,

were feelings that came from my heart

As once I was smitten,

a magical time,

with one who shook my world apart

 

The love it was real,

or at least I had thought,

but soon it would all disappear

While now I just feel

like a fly that is caught,

in a web tightly woven with fear

 

So, it might seem strange

that the words from my pen,

are written in moments of love

See, I cannot change

the romantic I am,

she’s always who I’m thinking of

 

Then posting a verse

that I pray you’ll enjoy,

affection soon gets in the way

It feels like a curse,

every phrase I employ,

in stanzas that tend to display

 

An aching that meets

at a moment like this,

euphoric, this feel of desire

Beneath satin sheets

and a sensual kiss,

it’s just what this soul does require

 

Wet fingers entwined,

velvet skin against skin

the heat of the passion to grow

Till sadly I find

when I try to begin,

the problems that I ought to know

 

For here now it seems,

I’m becoming a bore,

it’s something quite hard to disguise

My poetic dreams,

that you all now ignore,

it’s time that I apologize

 

I hope you’ll excuse

all the poems I post,

I hate that they’ve caused you such pain

It’s your right to choose,

but I like love the most,

oh damn it, I’ve done it again

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

clever, clever....apologizing while at the same time...letting it out, all the emotion.
I remember when I first started writing poetry in 1970...I had just gone through a breakup...most of the poems rhymed and most were about her.
It fueled the poetic engine...and for that...I am not sorry...
Don't apologize, poet....we have all been there...and these poems help those who read them to process old feelings that are still in evidence.
j.

[willweb]

Thanks Jacob, like I told another, I am pretty much just poking fun at myself with this one for being a sappy romantic with my poetry.

[1809 Black Plague December]

Hellos, again, it's okay to write the silly-up in the end. But try to refrain. The prose is powerful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Damn love can break our heart Will.
"It’s your right to choose,
but I like love the most,
oh damn it, I’ve done it again'"
I do understand the above lines. Sometimes take a kick in the head to learn. Love can be mean. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[willweb]

Thanks Coyote and yep, it can certainly break your heart just as much as no one giving a damn.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Will.

[FGFRANKLIN]

There's far worse things than being a "hopeless romantic". I'm a hopeless optimist so I'm always getting disappointed. (smile) But I'm more of a lover than a fighter too. I don't want to fight. I'm too old to fight. I'm old enough to know that nobody ever wins a fight. But sometimes...I mean there is always survival. I just came in from digging in the dirt again. Planted my wife some flowers. My little girl said, daddy, aren't some of them for me? Aww they can ask the most heartbreaking questions. I said, yes baby, they're for you and mommy, my best girls. She was okay then. She helped me set them out. I guess maybe I'm a bit romantic myself. I better be. My wife bought me a new coffee thermos today...she spoils me. ;)

[willweb]

Hey, a new coffee thermos, now that is something to smile about. : ) Thanks so much Fabian.

[Betty Hermelee]

You just keep those romantic pieces coming my friend, you have a natural talent for romance and what's wrong with being a romantic; you're up there with the great romantic poets of all time....you made the cut! Your poems are dreamy and its not easy to pick the perfect words that you use; I would not apologize for your lovely romantic flow, sensuality. drama, heartfelt, creative mind.
Best, B

[willweb]

Aw thanks so much Betty for always being so nice to me. I appreciate your kindness.

[Betty Hermelee]

I'm being truthful a well Will!
And you're very welcome
Best, B

[Lorry]

You just wear your heart on your sleeve mate, whereas my heart bled all over mine and ruined a perfectly good jacket.
Some like being struck by cupids arrow, when they have obviously not turned round at the last minute and lost an eye....or even worse been hit smack in the bullseye!
Love is fickle and never shows up when you want it, but stalks you when you don't.
Take my advice and write what you love and love what you write.
My next piece has the working title of how to survive life part 18 - the coma years.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Lorry. Sorry to hear about your jacket, blood it definitely hard to get out of flannel and what's this I hear on Kelly's latest poem about you and pink underwear? Maybe that is where you wear your heart.

[Lorry]

Ha! Those red Christmas socks hide in my washing and well... Enough said! 😊