Hunter
sonnet
Flowers
Morning dawns and dew covers the grass
Light pours through the window above our bed
Gentle, warm rays of sun, rain down on us
Eyes crack open to softly kiss your head
Begin to wonder how I can show you
All the love I possess for my baby
What gestures prove my love for you is true?
Chocolates, poems or jewelry maybe?
Flowers represent how strongly I feel
Beautiful and fragrant in a glass vase
Delicate, precious and so very real
They brighten and liven up every place
So from my heart I gift you these flowers
And pray others have a love bright as ours
First kiss
Hunting
I’m a hunter, proud, strong, true and deadly.
Here’s not a single mark I’ve ever missed.
I’ve stalked you for many days steadily.
Aiming my arrow, longing to be kissed.
But then you’re a wily crafty woman.
One that is not so easy to capture.
I will not give up but will carry on.
I’ve sought you since you gave me your picture.
Such vision of beauty I had not seen.
Surely not a better prize could be had.
Tirelessly I work to try and glean.
A glimpse of your figure to make me glad.
But know that I will not take a days rest.
Until you’re mine in endless happiness.
Dark
Smothered in darkness, no light to be found.
Engulfs me like a night that will not end.
Unable to run I crawl on the ground.
So dark, on my sight I cannot depend.
My senses so dulled I can see nothing.
The sun will not rise, the stars cannot shine.
Confined in my cell alone, suffering.
I cannot speak but only moan and whine.
Give me a glimmer of hope in the light.
Please send me a sign that a life can glow.
Warming my heart and restoring my sight.
My soul needs some light in order to grow.
And so I will wait for the day you come.
To raise me from the dead, no longer numb.
Maddy birthday poem 2019
It already seems like so long ago
The day you were born and breathed your first breath
Yet that was all it took for me to know
That I would love you every day till death
My daughter, my first born, I cherish you
Few things are greater than being your dad
And already so beautiful you grew
Many wonderful memories we’ve had
Still hardly life’s journey you’ve just begun
Many adventures patiently await
With so much growing still needs to be done
No need to delay, do not hesitate
Life can be chaotic, crazy, a whirl
I’ll always be proud of my baby girl
Poem Dark (Sonnet)
Smothered in darkness, no light to be found.
Engulfs me like a night that will not end.
Unable to run I crawl on the ground.
So dark, on my sight I cannot depend.
My senses so dulled I can see nothing.
The sun will not rise, the stars cannot shine.
Confined in my cell alone, suffering.
I cannot speak but only moan and whine.
Give me a glimmer of hope in the light.
Please send me a sign that a life can glow.
Warming my heart and restoring my sight.
My soul needs some light in order to grow.
And so I will wait for the day you come.
To raise me from the dead, no longer numb.
Poem: Sonnet to God
God I am lost without your guiding hand.
I act as though I know where I’m going.
But really I’m just wandering this land.
And hide the fact to keep it from showing.
Still, knowing this I ignore your spirit.
And go where my lying heart would take me.
It always seems to land me in a pit.
Where my soul languishes in agony.
If only I could learn to follow you.
And keep your laws and decrees in my heart.
When trouble comes I would know what to do.
At last I would see your light in the dark.
Please keep calling me though I walk away.
Hopefully I will answer you one day.
Sonnet: Alone
Little sonnet I wrote a while back…
I desperately want someone to love.
I mean a woman to have and to hold.
I’m beginning to feel cursed from above.
No special someone with whom to grow old.
Alas there is no one of that nature.
No woman with whom i can share my life.
No sightings of such a divine creature.
I am utterly alone with no wife.
A single young man alone on the road.
Walking the highway hoping for a ride.
As of yet no one stopped or even slowed.
So as cars drive by, I sit on the side.
My thumb is up and my heart is wanting.
But while all alone the task seems daunting.
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