Love Poem – Tales from the mind of Kristian

A Valentines Day Poem – Passion Fashion.

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I have often said that I don’t DO Valentine’s day, It is just a commercial load of tripe, but I have succumbed to the pressure and have written a love poem. I suppose there must be something in the air (not just the air freshener).

Passion Fashion

It seems passion is in fashion

For today at least,

But I prefer something

Longer lasting than

This particular Saints day feast.

Something durable,

Intimate, Uncurable,

And totally insurable.

A love that means I’m bitten,

By a life-long love bug,

A totally smitten kitten,

Just waiting for its hug.

So, for me, today is just the same

As all the ones that come and go,

They may not have the fancy name,

Of Valentines, but I hope you know,

That, to me love is not just a game,

A flighty ebb and flow,

But seriously, deliriously

I will always love you so.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/rdp-thursday-intimate/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/smitten/

FOWC with Fandango — Durable

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/your-daily-word-prompt-passion-february-14-2019/

My Jaded Heart – A sad poem.

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My diary tells the story,

The pages wet with tears,

Of the many lonely hours,

And all the wasted years.

Once I wrote of youthful hopes,

Now my face is old and jaded,

My outer shell reflects my soul,

Where all my dreams have sadly faded.

Happiness was not predicted,

Not an aspect of my astral chart

Of love pains, I’ve never been afflicted,

But beats softly, my jaded heart.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty – 05/November/2019

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/11/05/jaded/

FOWC with Fandango — Diary

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/11/05/your-daily-word-prompt-aspect-november-5-2019/

Loves New Spring – A Pantoum

Yesterday evening was my final creative writing class…

The exercise was to write a story or poem about the ‘Last’ of something.

I bravely decided to write a Pantoum about the last day of Winter.

If you are not familiar with that form of poetry, it is quite restrictive and complicated.

The rhyming pattern is ABAB and the second and fourth line of the first stanza become the first and third of the second stanza, then the final stanza also has the first and third lines of the first stanza repeated as the second and last lines. I said it was complicated, didn’t I?

Anyway here it is:

Loves New Spring

The final days of Winter came at last,

But still held the world in her icy grasp.

I looked back on dark days that had passed,

And feel loves painful grip unclasp.

It still held the world in her icy grasp,

But Winters harsh hand seemed to lift.

I feel loves painful grip unclasp,

Time healing that deep emotional rift.

The Winters harsh hand seems to lift,

And robins above begin their singing.

Time healing that deep emotional rift.

The pain around my heart unclinging.

Red robins above begin their singing,

Heralding winters passing breath.

The Pain around my heart unclinging,

But still, I cry for our love’s death.

In heralding winters passing breath,

I look back on dark days that have passed.

I mourned for our love’s fateful death,

Now Winter’s time recedes at last.

The End

FOWC with Fandango — Love

A Valentine’s Revelation. – A Poem.

A Guy Called Bloke has set a challenge, to write a story or poem about a Valentine’s day card and a Cherub. Here is the post if you like to have a go:

Valentine’s for Luvvies Challenge 2019 . 1

Well, I don’t believe in Valentine’s day. I think it is a load of commercial rubbish. I won’t be taking part in it at all. Love is for 365 days a year not just for Valentine’s day. But I just can’t resist a challenge from that Guy Called Bloke, so here is a poem that should tug at the old heartstrings, and meet the requirements of the prompt. 🙂

A Valentine’s Revelation

He vowed never to send a Valentine’s card,

it was something he just wouldn’t start.

He was clear from the beginning

to his love, who was willing,

to accept that she never get a red paper heart.

No Red roses despatched by courier mail,

On a cold wintry February day.

No chocolates in boxes

or cuddly toy foxes,

He’d made positively clear it just wasn’t his way.

Then he gazed down at the present she’d made him,

at the cot and the cherub inside,

He admitted that here,

was a love gift, most dear,

With this valentines present, he’s so happy, he cried.

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/07/revelation/

A love poem – My Anchor

You beguile me with your smile,

and despite my foolish ways,

you’re my anchor and without rancour,

I’ll love you till the end of days.

FOWC with Fandango — Anchor

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/16/your-daily-word-prompt-beguile-september-16th-2018/