Poems of the loved and lonely

Tuesday, February 5, 2019 - 3:13pm

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Grace Cho/Daily

Where Love is Real

There is a place where love is real,

And after hate is concealed,

And there the sky is kind and blue,

And there the grass is jade dew,

And there the robin has a soft coo

To warm in the tomato sun.

Let us leave the place where the ash grows white

And the dull sidewalks are steel.

Past the ditch where the tar roses bloom

We shall stride with a stride that is leisured with doom,

And gaze where the gray-rust needles zoom

To the place where love is real.

Yes, we’ll stride with a stride that is leisured with doom,

And we’ll go where the gray-rust needles zoom,

For the youngsters, they spot, and the youngsters, they loom

The place where love is real.

 

Empty

A heart

Easy to break

Pick yourself up they said

Days dragged on, everyone moved on

No more

 

The Lonely Hearts Club

The lonely hearts club

Is where the lonely souls go

A place filled with hearts

But all are broken and all in woe

The lonely hearts club

Is where the souls lament

All in harmony

And all in torment

The lonely hearts club

Is the place to be

Please let us out

They beg and plea

The lonely hearts club

Soon to be lonely no more

We will love you and cherish you

Their family and friends swore

The lonely hearts club

Soon left with no support

Taking up a pen and writing

Is their last resort

 

A Nature Walk

The birds are chirping here, I hear

The bees are buzzing in my ear

They whisper your name

A perfect, love claim

It’s a game

Disappear

The sky looks down at me, all white

The water is sparkling bright

A mirror shows you

Life cannot be blue

Just us two

I see light

The grass is greener, I can see

We were always going to be

Our hands interlock

Together we walk

Life unlocked

We are free