We weren’t ready
For each other
The whole world
Has been cheating us
Out of everything
We were born willing
To give
Was it too good to be true?
Could another of this world
Be this for real?
Now
Alone never more
In the honor of
True
Love
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Although I have been a songwriter for decades, I haven't always written poetry, true to its form. I owe much of this collection to a special group of poets and prompt organizers who challenged me, encouraged me, and inspired me.
As you read, you will come across the eBook that I have published to Amazon. While encourage you to buy it, similarly, that collection is created within that community, that happens to be based on social media. That means, they are written within the confines of character limit and platform regulations. More than a few times, I've had to censor myself to contain the overall sentiments into the tight little box that social media sites allow us to express ourselves in.
Please visit my first collection when you see it. It is still drenched in meaning and powerful as it stands. You can also find my social media links below, as well and, I encourage you to follow, as I do still use them as a platform to create ideas, and also, the people I've met there have been pleasant.
Please consider this specific collection, made of the seeds of ideas in other places, a living document. As I read these back, I feel all of the undiscovered emotions that I wanted to include but, was forced to shrink. So, I intend to add to many of these. You may consider coming back from time to time to see if your favorites have been expanded upon. Wanting to know may be plausable reason to follow me, as I will let my community know when there has been significant changes.
Please, enjoy.
Sincerely,
Beau Holliday
The moon
Oh, yes the moon
Routinely
Routinely do I see her
In the moon
But in the morning, too
When the natural world awakes
In the birds and bees
Oh, do I see
Just as the moon
Reflecting over water
Over land
In the early day’s sun
I see her in that, too
Her beauty
Sun and Moon
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Cold water
Across the bow of her cheek
Old wood creeks
Moonlit mist
Whispering holes through her
Lonesome.
I just wanted her to know
She’s still afloat
and closer than she thought
To the coast.
Pointing her soul to the shore
On a faint distant glow
Rippling water streams
Eagerly sweep
Dancing light across shadows
Bringing me notes
Open and closed
Dry as ink on the paper
Wet with her kiss
Scent pressing my nose
Enchanting and close
Reminiscent of moments
Nights come before
Me and her
Moments of flow
I’ve taken you by the bookmark
Hungrily speeding through traffic
Running away with your intimate thought
To devour you,
Slowly,
Away from the eyes
Of the world
Until I need to feed, again
Returning to the source
To discard what’s left
And seek you some more
You’re my rose
I’ve always been prepared for thorns
Because I’ve always appreciated the time
That leads to the bloom
The concerted effort of nature and we
And the reminder that life can hurt
But with patience and persistence
Every drop can be worth the pain
Sweat
Love can be more than longing.
Don’t suffer for me, darling.
Grow for me.
Smile for me.
Succeed for me.
Want me bad, if you must but,
Want me good, too.
Galloping rain upon the roof
Deer grazing outside the den window
You and me
Cozy under our gift shop blanket
Classical music low
Wool socks high
Lights off
Just enough day left
To see this beautiful world
Gently rest and
Remind us
How to dream
For tomorrow
Is Spring
With every simple smile in your eyes
I’m
Overwhelmed with an urge
To gently press my lips to your temple
To feel the heat swell from our chests
Then mix in our heads
Close your eyes
Caress and bless
Forget the words
Inhale
Then just feel what comes next
Like the music we love most
Poetry and love build similarly.
In notes, syllables, and touches,
The anticipation, the patience, the longing,
The power comes from the silences in between.
I’ll hide you from the world.
I’ll lift you up so they all can see.
I’ll cover you in retreat.
I’ll support you going forward.
Just tell me.
What do you feel, today?
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