Tag: love poem

Neutral Ground

No Switzerland or Sweden

When our conflicts erupt

No neutral ground

To ignore the bombs

Just your love creeping

Through my veins

Threatening to invade my heart.

You’re relentless, a war monger

I’ll appease your wrath

Take what you want

When you’ve claimed all of me

Know that for this man

You’ve conquered the world.

– Vagabond Prophet

Disarmed

You were armed to the teeth

With something underneath

Disarmed by my smile

That goofy grin not yet yellow,

You ran away for miles

Losing your shoes in the mire.

Years later it was your turn

I was disarmed by your beauty,

But I ran to you not away

For yours is a beauty that beckoned me

Closer and closer still

Until nothing between us but time,

Time to let our love perfect,

Sweetening and intoxicating as

Years go by.

– Vagabond Prophet

Floorboard

I’ll be your groaning floorboard

Known by grunts of pleasure

To be near your footfall.

I’ll be your squeaky door

Always lamenting

To see you go.

I’ll be your lumpy mattress

Flawed but supportive,

Shaped over time

To the curve of your spine

And always rattled by our love.

– Vagabond Prophet

Soul Mates

I used to believe

In true love and soulmates,

Now I know it false.

It’s true she’s my mate

And that she has my soul

But I chose her

And she chose me.

No accident no ‘falling in’

Like slipping in mud

Or slowly going mad.

Providence played a part

To be sure

But our choices are

What define us.

No smoky bar

Or mystic circumstance

Just she and me

Opposite sides of a dirty couch.

A choice we still

Make every day

When life is lovely

When life is ghastly.

Our couch is still stained

A reminder of our promises.

– Vagabond Prophet

Miracles

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On our wedding day

I’d never felt taller

Maybe I just needed

A rooftop to scream off of.

Towering over everybody

Taking you by the hand,

We left as quick as possible

Tires kicking up dirt.

You still wear that dress today

And I think that’s wonderful,

I’d say you were never prettier

But I’d be lying.

You’re most beautiful

When you scowl at the sun,

For interrupting sleep

And cutting dreams short.

I’m just glad

That when the sun does rise

That you’re there at all

I really don’t get it.

You chose this

You chose me,

My body underwhelming

At the very best.

My mind plagued

With beasts and thistles,

And my soul

Struggling to float.

I’m like the arms

In a three legged race

Flailing

Most unhelpful.

But I said

I do

And

So did you.

Miracles really do happen.

– Vagabond Prophet

Underneath

Madness can consume you,

Make you quake in the night,

Sadness can grip you

With all of its might.

Anxiety, depression

Spectres that may dare

To follow your steps,

Never playing fair.

If it twists your shape beyond

Anything I know,

Punching holes in the gunnels

No paddles left to row.

You sinking ship

You vessel capsizing,

I won’t be idle

Carefully strategizing.

I’ll dive headlong

Into that nameless place,

Searching for you

Looking for your face.

I’ll try to pull you out

Save your from its teeth

Yet if I can’t

If we’re stuck underneath.

That’d be alright

I’ll fall in love with every version

That insanity creates

Every stray thoughts stray excursion.

– Vagabond Prophet

Uncommon Tongue

Accents are hard

The R’s never end

And the understanding

Never begins.

So thick as to be spread

On the barrier between,

More mortar for the wall.

But when she spoke to me

In an uncommon tongue,

In the dialect of my soul

It was all over for me.

You were destined to invade

To lay claim to my heart

Shocking me into perfect communion

With wonder dripping from your lips.

– Vagabond Prophet