Another Sappy Love Poem

Yes, it's corny. No, I don't care that it is. :-)

I would stand in a thundercloud's downpour until

The frigid tears of God water-stained my soul blue

I'd walk on hot sand with these bare feet catching fire

If those things were all it took to get myself to you

 

Days and nights now are so long it seems that an eon

Has passed since last I touched your trembling face

Every moment passes like some centuries of evolution

The distance between wider than the breadth of space

 

When I held you near time and space had no meaning

I go back there again, yes, every night until I wake

And find that everything is empty, and time can pass

I'd forget you if I really could, for my own sake

 

I would stand in the hall of judgement and confess all

Knowing that I could only find myself forever damned

I'd catch a swirling tornado, ride its tail to the West

If I could make it all work out just as we'd planned

 

Instead I'm sitting here, in front of a blank white screen

Accomplishing nothing because I'm thinking of you

Writing you another sappy, corny love poem because

I'm at a loss for what it was, I was supposed to do

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Astrid Hamilton]

This almost brought tears to my eyes, because the narrative's heart is only seemingly damned
not because of the things thought to be torment to the soul, for doings, whether wrong or right,
that's not what life is about, as every one makes mistakes; it is the wisdom gained and perspective acknowledged in the journewy;
keep those eyes still or frozen in time and that's what damns the soul;
not the things that occured in between the irises swollen or hollow...
Look forward then, to realize,
I am not a seeker of advice or one who gives it;
these are just my thoughts on this poem;
I am damned and you are damned only because of an ache within the soul;
the paper and pen capture that, the tears are an illusion,
heartache is only confusion,
what is real is only what one makes real.
Dreams.
(and it is never too late)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

This isn't corney at all in fact this is deeply touching, you didn't use any cliques phrases but took a deep intellectual look into love and it's potential for success and failure... I am putting it in my favs.

[Astrid Hamilton]

This almost brought tears to my eyes, because the narrative's heart is only seemingly damned
not because of the things thought to be torment to the soul, for doings, whether wrong or right,
that's not what life is about, as every one makes mistakes; it is the wisdom gained and perspective acknowledged in the journewy;
keep those eyes still or frozen in time and that's what damns the soul;
not the things that occured in between the irises swollen or hollow...
Look forward then, to realize,
I am not a seeker of advice or one who gives it;
these are just my thoughts on this poem;
I am damned and you are damned only because of an ache within the soul;
the paper and pen capture that, the tears are an illusion,
heartache is only confusion,
what is real is only what one makes real.
Dreams.
(and it is never too late)