The moonlight playing across the calm waters,
The twinkling stars overhead,
These are all reminders
Of how you light up my world.
There's definitely a connection between us,
Because when you are down I am down,
And when you are happy so am I.
Texting is all we have,
But it is better than not having anything,
Because without texting
You would only exist in my mind.
You are my biggest fan,
And that means more to me
Than a fat paycheck.
Written September 23, 2012
© 2012 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
Showing posts with label free verse poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free verse poem. Show all posts
Thursday, October 24, 2019
Sunday, August 26, 2018
Poem: A Vampire's Game
In a fantasy dream
In the darkness that surrounds
There’s an alley abandoned
And a vampire that roams
He drinks blood from his victims
From brokenhearted women
He thinks that he’s saving them
From the pain of sour love
But he’s hurting them more
Because a love that is sour
Can become sweet at last
When a heart is open once more
To the possibility of a new beginning
And letting love in without restraint
Even if there is bitterness along the way
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
In the darkness that surrounds
There’s an alley abandoned
And a vampire that roams
He drinks blood from his victims
From brokenhearted women
He thinks that he’s saving them
From the pain of sour love
But he’s hurting them more
Because a love that is sour
Can become sweet at last
When a heart is open once more
To the possibility of a new beginning
And letting love in without restraint
Even if there is bitterness along the way
This poem was written July 17, 2018 from a word list prompt: darkness, fantasy, alley, vampire, blood.
Monday, June 11, 2018
Poem: Stolen Diary
She went to the secret spot
Where her diary was hidden
And found that it wasn’t there
She checked everywhere else in the house
Even in places it couldn’t possibly be
But the diary was nowhere in sight
The diary’s disappearance
Could only mean that it was stolen
By someone who hungered for
The deepest secrets
The most inner thoughts and feelings
Buried deep within its pages
And yearned to expose them to the world
But who would do such a thing
Especially when no one knew of its existence
No one but the plush dog on her bed
That has been her confidante for many years
And the four walls that she’s trapped herself in
For a big part of her life
They say if you stop looking
That the missing object will resurface
But in this instance it doesn’t seem
Like the diary will ever be found
And all its secrets may no longer be
Under lock and key
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
Where her diary was hidden
And found that it wasn’t there
She checked everywhere else in the house
Even in places it couldn’t possibly be
But the diary was nowhere in sight
The diary’s disappearance
Could only mean that it was stolen
By someone who hungered for
The deepest secrets
The most inner thoughts and feelings
Buried deep within its pages
And yearned to expose them to the world
But who would do such a thing
Especially when no one knew of its existence
No one but the plush dog on her bed
That has been her confidante for many years
And the four walls that she’s trapped herself in
For a big part of her life
They say if you stop looking
That the missing object will resurface
But in this instance it doesn’t seem
Like the diary will ever be found
And all its secrets may no longer be
Under lock and key
Written June 11, 2018
Tuesday, May 15, 2018
Poem: Stuck in the Express Lane
I am standing in the express lane
Hoping for a fast checkout
But instead I find myself
In a lane that crawls
Being stuck in the express lane
Every second that passes
Feels like an hour
And I stand their wondering
When it will finally be my turn
All the while I can’t help
But think about my life
And how it resembles this express lane
That’s moving at turtle speed
When will it finally pick up speed
When will I finally get to the checkout
And be on my way to my desired destination…
Written May 15, 2018
Hoping for a fast checkout
But instead I find myself
In a lane that crawls
Being stuck in the express lane
Every second that passes
Feels like an hour
And I stand their wondering
When it will finally be my turn
All the while I can’t help
But think about my life
And how it resembles this express lane
That’s moving at turtle speed
When will it finally pick up speed
When will I finally get to the checkout
And be on my way to my desired destination…
Written May 15, 2018
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Poem: Letter from a Stranger
A letter came from you
And yet it might as well
Have been a letter from a stranger
Because I didn’t recognize you
In the words that filled the page
In the stories you shared
In the emotions you conveyed
Where is the you I know
The person who was always honest
And didn’t have to make up stories
To please others around him
Who didn’t have to pretend
To be someone he is not
What happened to you
That you have the need
To spin a web of lies
To impress others around you
To feel good about yourself
You are who you are
Embrace it
Own it
Celebrate it
Amazing
Charming
Immensely talented
You are beautiful
Inside and out
You are YOU!
And yet it might as well
Have been a letter from a stranger
Because I didn’t recognize you
In the words that filled the page
In the stories you shared
In the emotions you conveyed
Where is the you I know
The person who was always honest
And didn’t have to make up stories
To please others around him
Who didn’t have to pretend
To be someone he is not
What happened to you
That you have the need
To spin a web of lies
To impress others around you
To feel good about yourself
You are who you are
Embrace it
Own it
Celebrate it
Amazing
Charming
Immensely talented
You are beautiful
Inside and out
You are YOU!
Written January 26, 2018
© 2018 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.
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