Please tell me that I saved you

Please tell me that I saved you
even if we are not meant for each other
Even if you will belong to someone else,
Be in someone else’s arms
That for a moment at a time,
We saved each other.


When the wind whispers

Once upon a time,
In the forest,
Among the trees,
On a hilltop,
Beneath the stars,
In the tall grass,
Watching the sunset,
In a field of flowers,
By the lake,
By the sea,
Across the ocean,
In a cabin,
In the sand,
In the sunlight,
Under the moonlight,
With each breath,
And every sigh,
You loved me.

And sometimes,
When the wind whispers,
I can still hear you.


Sonnet 87

Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thy self thou gav’st, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me to whom thou gav’st it, else mistaking,
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a King, but waking no such matter.

~William Shakespeare



Looking through old photos,
I found the one you sent me
That you took just for me
In which you are perfect.
The memories come flooding back.
The other photos all have meanings;
The photos I took for you,
The photos you took for me.
No one else would understand what they mean;
The story behind each and every one.
But I,
I can recall each moment.
I know what I was doing,
How I felt about you,
And how you felt about me.
Oh, how you felt about me.


Who are you?

Another old poem of mine. 🙂

Who are you?
Which one?
Are you the one that comes with words
so smooth
so right
you are
so right
And I love you.
I give you my heart.
And just when
you have it all
All my heart
You take it
and kill it.
Kill everything.
And take the pieces with you.
The broken ones.
Is that you?
Or are you the sweet one?
The one that would do anything for me?
Talks for hours,
Listens for even more hours.
Holds the pieces of my broken heart
Tries to put them back together.
And just when
You think you have it all
All my heart
I take it
Take it back
I didn’t want you to have it.
I was only your friend.
Is that you?
Or are you the one I’ve never met?
They tell me you’re out there.
But where are you?
My heart is waiting for you.
But it’s been waiting so long.
And I don’t know
how many times
it can break
and be mended
before I find you.
But they tell me you’re out there.
And just when
My heart gives up
You take it
And make it yours


A poem about love from another blogger…You should really check out his other poems though, because they tell a story, and it’s sad but beautiful. 🙂

new day new chance

Love is a conundrum

Often a problem

Love stays behind

To comfort the grieving

Love is a fierce blow

to all that you know and believe

Love can even kill you

and often does

And yet Love makes it all worthwhile

But when Love is denied

The sun loses it’s shine

You don’t care and don’t care who knows it

We all want so much to be loved

and when it arrives

we deny it

Sometimes I am filled with so much love

It is more than I can take

I turn my face away

Because love

can be terrifying

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Abeja blanca

Abeja blanca zumbas, ebria de miel, en mi alma
y te tuerces en lentas espirales de humo.

Soy el desesperado, la palabra sin ecos,
el que lo perdió todo, y el que todo lo tuvo.

Última amarra, cruje en ti mi ansiedad última.
En mi tierra desierta eres la última rosa.

Ah silenciosa!

Cierra tus ojos profundos. Allí aletea la noche.
Ah desnuda tu cuerpo de estatua temerosa.

Tienes ojos profundos donde la noche alea.
Frescos brazos de flor y regazo de rosa.

Se parecen tus senos a los caracoles blancos.
Ha venido a dormirse en tu vientre una mariposa de sombra.

Ah silenciosa!

He aquí la soledad de donde estás ausente.
Llueve. El viento del mar caza errantes gaviotas.

El agua anda descalza por las calles mojadas.
De aquel árbol se quejan, como enfermos, las hojas.

Abeja blanca, ausente, aún zumbas en mi alma.
Revives en el tiempo, delgada y silenciosa.

Ah silenciosa!

~Pablo Neruda

(It’s just so much better in Spanish, so sorry, not including the translation.  Use Google translate) 🙂