National Poetry Month: Day 24

Failing Affection

Our memory has slain
Everything but pain
And the evidence remains
Unnoticed.

There was silence between us
-Awkwardness at best.
Our love was unspoken
And so was all the rest.

In darkness we feared
A future with an end.
In our minds we knew
Broken hearts never mend.

Devoutly we worshiped
Our hearts every move.
We danced to our beat.
We made our own groove.

But every song must end.
Every dancer gets tired
then loses their rhythm
and fails the groove.

Affections: Collection of Poetry by Warren L.G De Mills

National Potry Month: Day 17

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows,-
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line-
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.

By Emily Dickinson

National Poetry Month: Day 16

Here is another one from me. This one will be in To My Heart that will hopefully be out later this year.

Gilded Cage

It holds me close
protecting me from the world

to hold people at arm’s length

Gilded on the outside
keeping up appearances

waiting for the one
to break through the cage

to show the world
to show love
in a new light

National Poetry Month: Day 14

The Singer’s Flow

The rhythm of my heart got complicated.
The vapours of my breath were syncopated.
Every note in my soul resonated.
As your harmony made my melody.
There was an unsung love song within me.
A slumbering passion.
That awoke when you spoke.

From Affections: Collection of Poetry by Warren L.G De Mils

National Poetry Month: Day 11

A Distant Beauty

Beautiful butterfly I watch you fly.
Majestic wings pierce the sky.
As the clouds slow to stare
At beauty found down here.

No need for nets or a cage.
Love adds words to this page.
Through distant admiration.
With the eyes of adoration.

Distant beauty come to me
Just to converse just to see
That I have no need.
No desire to feed.

Beautiful butterfly I see you.
Watched every move as you flew.
But you must never know.
My true feelings must not show.

Affections: Collection of Poetry by Warren L.G De Mills

National Poetry Month: Day 5

This one will be in a new book of mine called To My Heart that will hopefully be out later this year.

Which Road to Love?

A choice to be made
When the road divides
And none circle back

Which future to take
Is the choice to make

Does the future include you?

Do I move alone?

Which road
brings love to our hearts?