Love – Page 2 – Smith Shine Poetry

Write Alone

The lad, the no income bard.And love just don’t cut it,when times get hard.She thanked me for the laughs,rhymes, and the billet-doux.But I’m a silk stocking girl,that needs more than you.In a silent shrug I understood.Still had my hair, still a handsomeyoung blood.Just one of those times life sendsyou back home.To pick up a penContinue reading “Write Alone”

Rock Love

Roses are Red Violets are blue. When I listen to Oasis My neighbours do to.

Ideas

All my ideas are stupid, but they all lead me to you. Guess I’m stupidly in love with you.

again

Tell the moon you love me,I’ll tell the stars the same.As we orbit cupids soul,The love will save us once again.

Brotherhood

(For My Sons) My boys, my three lions of England,let the lion of Judah roar in your hearts.As a lad I was lonely, No control, no power,too many false starts.I could only look to the stars when they camefor blood.The piece missing in my heart, brotherhood.Lads, this world is beautiful with its signs, symbols andContinue reading “Brotherhood”

I See The Blue Sky

Winter plotted hard against us, like it did many outdoorsmen before.But I now see the sun and the blue sky,coming in with the seagulls to shore.So again we risk our sanity, in hope we reap what we sow.Though it’s the love that keeps us going,and this is all I know!

The Angels Do Too

The depths of the ocean made many ship a slave. But I’ll rise to the surface, and die with you upon a wave Did the prophets see those bloody sheets? Do they know the meaning in our pains?They take you in one week.But you’ll burn forever threw my veins.Like when they tarmaced those cobbled stones.WhereContinue reading “The Angels Do Too”

At the Cybeles Fountain

I take in all we have assembled, as we stand here hand in hand, once again. I take heart, for the next sexenial, plenty of ink still in my pen. In the splash of fountain water the lions raw for you to now bloom. Grasp the pearl, you have been the bride I’m always yourContinue reading “At the Cybeles Fountain”

Thirteen Moons

I write of our dreams while I’m dreaming of writing. In the thirteen moons, there is a treasure. From the whispers of this city, the poets live forever. And for everyone who asks receives, now the lovers lie-a-teepee. To the sounds of harps, God’s gift ran free. And there our love came to be…

Is There Really Now No You and Me

The sun burst from the river flowing, not love that caught my eye. The days I cursed somehow inside did treasure, Our love that made me cry. I need you here, why are you there? How can you not care? Enable this void while I walk a highway of troubled souls. Bring the light ofContinue reading “Is There Really Now No You and Me”