Kindly Embrace

Such a kindly embrace,
A touch than cannot be described.
A feeling that picks us up.

The world gone bright, warm.
Only us.
Diving into the world,
You by my side.
Always ready to catch you,
You there to swing me.

Feeling immense.
Those casual times.
Smallest moments,
Largest feelings.

Caring for one another.
All good when I’m with you.
Ready for the new day,
Till I get to see you again.
Simple and true.

Seeing you in the morning,
Beautiful as ever,
Waking up next to you.

Seeing that smile to start my day.
Making my day.
As a smile laying next to you,
Watching you play,
A small blissful moment,
A moment of us.
Finite, neverending in memory.

A kindly embrace to all of my and your times.
The saddest nights,
Brightest days,
The stormiest depths,
And all the rest.

What a time to be alive.
Being alive.
Full of feeling.

Encapsulated by…
Encapsulated with…
Encapsulated with a kindly embrace.

Being together.

A kindly embrace.
And us together.
The world to be taken,
Step by step.
All for us.

All from a moment.
A kindly moment,
This kindly embrace.


Writing a storyesque poem, thinking of true feelings of love never felt, never felt true.

But a feeling I know, maybe knowing he best part. But the best shines bright on the worst, as long as care is there, the problems fade or at least become cope-able.

Thinking of the feeling I’m ready to give, someone who cares for me the same way.

Listening to heartfelt songs.

Thinking.

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Promise You

Promise you,
Care to stay,
No matter my troubles I face,
I will make it through,
To bolster myself against the demons of my past.

I promise you,
Your past,
You,
All of you,
I’m there for.

To stand by you,
In the dark, cold or rain.
To be there,
To see you smile,
That next time.

Having my own demons to face.
My own to beat.
My triumph to keep.
My promise to you, and to me.

A kindness,
Promised to you.
My care,
Promised to you.
One I’ll keep.

My promise to you.
One I’ll keep.

Wasted

Wasted, through my care.
Unrequited,
My care, empty yet felt,
Meaningful in its truth.
But lost all the same.

My feelings wasted,
My feelings spent.
Oh how I cared,
Oh how I care.

Afraid to be hurt again.
Even though I care.

Sad, that how I feel,
All of me,
Wasted.
Sad to see my feelings,
Splayed out across the wall,
The wall of my mind.
A hurtful reminder,
Wasted.

A sadness comes over me,
Seeing you,
Wanting to help you,
Wanting you happy.

But in the end.
All my feelings.
Wasted.


I know it’s a sad poem, I’m not sad, happy, had a good day and tried so hard to help a really good friend. Someone I care about with the whole world.

It’s just a moment, painful, hurtful, overthinking. It will pass, it always does. But the feelings, the care, doesn’t.

But it’s okay, I care. And it’s wasted. I’m wasted.

How You Capture Me

Out of nowhere, you grab me.
A message and you’ve captured me.
You.
Just you.

You and your radiant beauty.
Without even trying.

Capturing me,
Mind, body and soul.
Your; mind body and soul.

Your simple, natural, whole beauty.
It’s just you.

Your natural shine,
Bright smile,
Cute face.
Perfection whole.
Perfection true.
Perfect you.

How you capture me,
In all those simple ways,
Simple, beautiful ways so true.

You capture me whole,
Capture me true.

How you capture me.


Written listening to Little Things by One Direction, their only song I like.

Another love poem, poem spurred by a kind, sweet message. One beautiful, natural and true.

Poetry Of Being

Poetry of being,
Liiving the moment,
Content in existence.

Thinking back,
Standing.
Back there,
You there mere steps away,
Side turned away,
Laughing,
Total beauty,
Just as you are,
Just you,
For you.

Then it hits me.
What natural picturesque beauty,
That I’ve managed to stumble across.
Thinking back across all those blissful moments shared.
Back to the moment we first met.

That very first moment,
Your beauty clear,
To me then as now.
But you truly shined,
Only once getting to know you.
The you behind the beauty.
The truest beauty to be found.

The beauty of a person behind,
Behind the shroud of not knowing.
The truest beauty to be found.
And then the songs sang.
The poetry of the world opened up.

To pick me up.
To give my all,
In everything I do.
Poetry of being.


Thinking, happy, of being, love, feelings. The truest feeling, to see beauty beyond the pretty face, beyond the beautiful body. The beauty of being; personality, smiles, crying. To know someone better and truer, in their times both happy and sad. There isn’t a better feeling.

This feeling isn’t everything, but it makes everything that much better.

Poem made listening to Beautiful Birds and Anywhere by Passenger

Wish I Could Show

Wish I could show,
Show how I care,
To show what I feel.
Show what I mean.

Wish I could explain,
Explain.
Your beauty.
To show you,
How I feel,
What I mean.

Show how you make me feel,
How you make me better.
Hoping I make you happy.

This world,
Full of uncertainty,
One thing I know.
How I feel.
In a world full of uncertainty.

Should I show?
Or should I erase?
Having tried before,
It failed,
When you came back into my life.

Wish I could show.
Wishing I.
Wishing I could show you,
What I feel,
What I mean.

Wishing I could show you.

Seeing Through

Seeing through,
All that others limit to their sight.
Seeing behind.
Effort to see behind,
The gold behind the façade.
To see the beauty hidden.

The kindness within.
A world all walk past.
All dismiss.
Been dismissed.

I refuse.
I take a step back.
Peer deep.
Below a shallow surface.

To find why all others miss.

What is the best,
What is to be seen, cherished and held.
Only by,
By seeing through.


Writing after thinking, of a number of conversations, things, conversations with many others, the way I think. How different I am, not totally alone but few and far between. A rare gift. To look past the outer and find the gold that can only be found within. What others spend a lifetime looking for, and chance upon it if lucky. I refuse to stop looking past the shallow.

It’s in the small, unexpected places, small and sweet moments you find the true beauty of the world, encapsulated in a mere moment, a mere soul.

Thinking Back the Day

Thinking back the day,
Casual, nice and care.
A beautiful moment, with many.
Time with you.
Time to be.
Just merely me.

A perfect moment,
A perfect time.

Wondrous and sweet.
Such a moment.
What a time.

What a difference.

Such a perfect day.

As I think back the day.


Had a bit of a panicked moment of dread before with that last post. I’m okay, feeling much better. Thinking back on this amazing day gone past. All good and happy. A record recovery haha 😂