Random Poems

This has never happened before,
me, late? I never knew that door,
I plan ahead, I always do,
nothing slips, I see it through.

I leave before the clock says go,
late arrivals? Never. No.
Every turn mapped in my head,
every step already read.

Yet I lost the time, I lost the way,
rushed and stumbled through the day,
no breath, no pause, just endless haste,
every moment gone to waste.

Back and forth, I couldn't see,
the road that should have come to me,
lost my north, forgot my south,
doubt and panic, hand to mouth.

Then quietly, I found my place,
arrived, flustered, but by grace,
and in that stillness, soft and slow,
something in me said, you know.

One breath. One pause. That's all it took,
one moment just to stop and look,
I got there, yes, but Lord I see,
I make it hard unnecessarily.

One of those days,
lost in a haze,
the hours won't move,
I can't find the groove.

The morning crawls by,
with shouts and a sigh,
noon comes around,
still nothing is found.

The faces, the strain,
the smiles that feign,
the meetings drone on,
the patience long gone.

Slowly time bends,
toward evening it tends,
I wrap up my day
with nothing to say.

The feeling's unclear,
nothing feels near —
that's how it can go
when the days drag slow.

I kissed her, and then I did once more,
each kiss erasing what had come before.
I touched her, my eyes still and closed,
just she and I, the world composed.

I undressed her slow, with care,
my lips gave way, lost for air.
My palms were warm against her skin,
silence so deep, you'd hear a pin.

Her breath against mine, gentle, slow,
our hearts found a rhythm only we would know.
No words were spoken, none would do —
in that hush, I was hers, and she was mine too.

I needed no light to find my way,
my body knew hers like the tide knows the bay.
I drew her close with a breath held deep,
complete, I thought — THIS sin so sweet.

Yet I craved more — to touch, to hold,
this need for her could not grow old.
She was mine, and I was hers to claim,
in this world, and the next will be the same.

This love we share is no mistake,
a bond that prayer and patience make.
A gift from him, not bound by time,
her hand in mine — a love sublime.

His love found me when I was in the dark,
I knew him instantly by his pounding heart.
I reached for him, my hands were sure,
each gentle touch was my perfect cure.
I held him close, my eyes shut tight,
our quiet world, it was our delight.

He pulled me close, with careful grace,
the time stopped still, inside this space.
His fingers traced, as my skin turned warm,
a peaceful shelter from the difficult storm.
No words were said, no vows were told,
yet in that silence, my soul was sold.

I needed nothing but his breath,
a bond to conquer, this life and death.
He pulled me in, with a sudden sigh,
as we lay beneath the endless sky.
I wanted more; this was not enough.
This was so easy, nothing tough.

He is my home, and I am his;
no greater place on earth than this.
This quiet truth is ours to keep,
a promise carved within us so deep.
He is my gift, I am the one for him.
Everything bright, nothing dim.

She told me to believe,
to look past all the things I'd leave.
To hope for all that I might own,
to trust the seeds that I had sown.

My sight and view were always dark,
it was so tough to find a spark.
I could not light the fire bright,
while left alone in this long night.

I felt the shadows start to grow,
with nowhere left for me to go.
The heavy doubt began to creep,
and pulled me down into the deep.

The walls of blackness closed around,
no saving grace or comfort found.
A blind descent into the gray,
where every whisper led astray.

I tried to face the coming storm,
where cold realities take form.
No hope to cling, no wish to make,
I knew this was no piece of cake.

The road ahead was steep and cold,
with bitter truths I had to hold.
I stumbled through the blinding rain,
and learned to carry all my pain.

She told me try, and trust, and live,
to take a breath and then forgive.
To look for dreams and look for gain,
instead of drowning in the pain.

I fought the wind with broken hands,
across these harsh and lonely lands.
Each heavy step became a fight,
to drag my spirit toward the light.

She told me trust what can't be seen,
to clear away where doubt had been.
She said the prize was achievable,
to reach and win the unbelievable.

The shadows finally turned to light,
destroying all the fear of night.
The heavy clouds were quickly blown,
a sudden warmth was clearly shown.

I feel things that others don't.
I express myself, guess others won't.
Is this just me, or is this how it is?
Everyone is different — how often do I hear this?
I feel it deep, deeper than real.
I feel it entirely, I feel it clear.
It's within me, inside my heart,
and then it becomes my forever part.

The world walks by so numb and cold,
while I bleed stories that are left untold.
They guard their hearts and lock the door,
while I drown on a hard, solid floor.

A simple word can break my mind,
replaying thoughts that are left behind.
A passing glance can bring a tear,
and fill my chest with heavy fear.

They sketch their lives in shades of gray,
while colors burn my night and day.
I bear the weight of every spark,
a blinding light within the dark.

I absorb and sense the earth and space,
everything grasped, everything traced.
It is a curse to feel so much —
sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch.

Yet in this storm, I find my flame,
I will not hide, nor will I blame.
To feel so much is how I grow,
with things that they will never know.

They live inside a shallow sleep,
while I am anchored in too deep.
They walk across and over me,
while I experience it all and still let it be.

The quiet crushing of a sigh
can build a castle in my sky.
A stranger's guilt cuts into my skin
before their own regrets begin.

I absorb the echoes from the crowd,
where silent screams are tearing loud.
My entire system bears the strain
of every single universal joy and pain.