Feeling Words

Perhaps the best of time
can't really be described 
like this, just with rhyme 
and weak words
for feelings are so much more 
and these things
can't do justice
they can try and describe
but not really
feel anything themselves. 

Heart Skips With the Brain

how cute is the picture? Though not exactly what I was going for with poem.

My brain has a thought
and my heart jumps along
like a puppy on a lead
so just before
going to sleep
an idea or worry
springs to mind
and rather than be kind
and let me rest
my heart decides
to make itself heard
by knocking hard
against my chest.


So now of course
it's beating quick
and with that rolls forward
that certain gaze
and thoughts get covered
in a romantic haze
and all I want to do is sleep
but my brain
sets the heart up
ready to run
and the heart on it's own
pounding desperately
for someone. 

Fragments

Conversation

of strangers

important to them

and nothing to you 

Jigsaw

trying to fit pieces

and one is always gone

the bigger picture

never done. 

Thoughts

one begins, another stops

intelligence and emotion

soon become lost

as the heart beats

and everything is sweeped

suddenly finding the fragments 

becomes less clear 

and I'm just happy

to be on my way here.

I Value

The feeling of acceptance 
lack of self conscious 
and being drunk enough to dance
of an idea being created
feeling successful, esteem elated. 


The hug of a loved one 
which is never unwelcome 
laughing and thinking I won't stop
drinking tea when it's good and hot.


Getting lost in the world of a book
a smile at a strange with a second look
a comfortable silence 
a gentle kiss 
and simple things, 
things like this
writing
just thinking 
with plenty of time
to wonder what I like
and wonder what's mine.

In My Head

A half empty plate of cupcakes 
possibilities
couples at tables 
yellow lighting 
that looks cosy
maybes 
what could happen
something new 
pink cloud, kissing the grey
and this just me
what about you
what about everybody? 

Blossoming Smile

Smile flits across the face
a blossom petal in the spring 
not that lasting 
but appreciated and welcome 
while it does.


It barely begins to grow 
not really there to put on a show
for the camera 
or acknowledgement of others. 
a personal smile 
intended for the person alone
lost in their memories
and travelling  in their own world.  


But to everyone else 
they are just a stranger 
smiling to themselves 
and the smile fades 
as quickly as the blossom
blows away in a breeze.