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Category: Love

These poems are a reflection of my and others’ emotional journeys across the undulating landscape of affection.

While she’s asleep

Published by Ondrej on April 4, 2020

Now it’s time to write about her;
quick, while she’s asleep!
She knows not of the blur
my life has become when I weep.

Her charcoal hair holds a starry sheen
like Snow White, but not a fairytale.
You could say I’m living a dream,
but the slumber ship has yet to set sail.

The face that is fairest of them all
full of life, full of light
like springtime blooms beside a waterfall;
a breathtaking sight.

I could look at it for eternity and then some
for she would be caught in a loving embrace
in a place where nothing needs to be done
and all speed diminishes in pace.

Is this what I seek?
A desperate desire,
a search for whom to speak?
A fantastical fabrication;
product of my imagination.
It working, I cannot see
All I can ask of you
is to forgive me.

Conversations

Published by Ondrej on March 30, 2020

Don’t fret
I remember what you said
and the way you looked
the last time we met.

Every detail of every glance
Yours, thoughtful, patient interest
Mine, the same, but with a dance
Hidden deep within my chest.

Your life, full of accomplishments
A gobsmacking list of achievements
Mine, a bit more restrained
One destiny has not yet ordained.

There aren’t many things I can do
Take a picture, write a poem or two
While you, it seems
have already fulfilled your dreams.

Someone to look up to, be inspired by
Not even knowing you helped me fly.

If only she knew

Published by Ondrej on March 30, 2020

I look into her eyes:
they are like a sunlit forest,
a terrestrial Lothlorien.
Green and brown,
rich, lively earthly hues
I’m already lost in them, to be honest.
My breath comes out in sighs,
she is smiling:
a real comedienne.

Moments like these
could last forever;
and in a way, they do.
Forever on replay
in my mind,
if only, if only she knew.

She won’t ask
and I won’t tell her.
How could you?
You can’t say
that every second
since that fateful day
I’ve been wanting to tell you
that what I feel is true.

It’s a shame that moment never happened;
you were never that close.
Your eyes, only distant;
not glancing my way,
not even for an instant.
On a picture I hold
as my hands tremble.
At least the tears, I mumble,
wash away the dust as they tumble.

A beautiful sight

Published by Ondrej on February 14, 2020

I just want to hug her so tight
and tell her that everything’s gonna be alright.
It’s a time when words are devoid of meaning
You don’t have to say anything
She is such a beautiful sight.

Love #2

Published by Ondrej on April 18, 2019

What is love?
It takes the shape of a dove;
A chemical reaction
creating immediate action.
A mystery, is love.