Tag: love poem

Blue Rose

First date I brought you a blue rose

You said nobody had ever given you one before.

A blue rose?

No.

A flower.

I couldn’t believe it,

You, my pride and joy

My flower everblooming.

I’ll spend my days being your soil,

Pruning bits that

Hinder growth.

It’ll be different for our daughter.

I’ll see to it.

One day a boy will knock for her,

Baring a flower in his hands.

Our daughter will say,

“That’s it, just one?,

Thanks but no thanks

I’ll stick with my daddy,

He knows I’m worth much more.”

– Vagabond Prophet

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No Hurry

Waves lapping the shore

Nonchalant

There’s no hurry here.

All the time in the world

To reshape the world

The great architect that water is.

Let me share your surface

To traverse your great expanse

Fill me with your breath

So I can glide with ease.

No engine humming

No gasoline

Just you and me

Caressing each other.

You capsize me with a gust

And into your depths I’m thrust

No longer just a sailor, but fulfilling sailors dreams,

I become part of the vastness.

– Vagabond Prophet

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Percolator Love

You’ve been percolating

Just for me,

While I imitate life.

When I’m weary and afflicted

From a fitful sleep, fears reoccurred,

You’re waiting for me.

Epitome of bittersweet,

Bitter enough I need you,

Sweet enough I want you.

Electrify my mind,

Like soul adrenaline

I’ll dance if you ask.

Could we be like before?

When I’d stay up all night,

Just to be with you?

Nowadays more like a crutch,

Keeping weariness at bay

And I hate that.

I want the excitement again

Of first love’s

First sip.

But coffee my dear,

How ever far you stray

You still make my day.

– Vagabond Prophet

Double Decker Grave

It’s easy to say I want to kiss you,

Who wouldn’t

You’re a garden overflowing with sweetness

Your lips the secret gate.

It’s easy to say

I want to share a bed or a whole life with you.

Like anyone I desire

Love and acceptance and pleasure.

But I want to go beyond

Set apart from the rest,

I want to share a grave.

Together in time

We’ll enrich the soil

And our last children together

Will be trees growing side by side.

– Vagabond Prophet