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            Love Poem

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only sinners seek forgiveness

            only poets crave the pain of solitude alone in the darkness

            I’ve been trying not to think about you

            putting you on a pedestal of dreams

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only broken hearts can heal

            only children are truly innocent

            alone in the crowded room I’ve been waiting for you

            telling everyone how I didn’t love you anyway

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunderous sky

            only lost souls can find their way home

            only Romeo would die for Juliet

            I wait for you to wake

            whisper ‘I love you’ and laugh as we share the joke

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder sky

            only the most bitter enemies could once have been friends

            only a stranger knows loneliness

            alone under the dark stratosphere I dance

            and scream at the sunless heavens

            only a madman would love you

 

 



Steve Downes said:

            Love Poem

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only sinners seek forgiveness

            only poets crave the pain of solitude alone in the darkness

            I’ve been trying not to think about you

            putting you on a pedestal of dreams

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only broken hearts can heal

            only children are truly innocent

            alone in the crowded room I’ve been waiting for you

            telling everyone how I didn’t love you anyway

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunderous sky

            only lost souls can find their way home

            only Romeo would die for Juliet

            I wait for you to wake

            whisper ‘I love you’ and laugh as we share the joke

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder sky

            only the most bitter enemies could once have been friends

            only a stranger knows loneliness

            alone under the dark stratosphere I dance

            and scream at the sunless heavens

            only a madman would love you

 

 



abbie foxton said:  Steve - madmen dancing under tumultuous conditions can only be admired - I love this piece on love



Steve Downes said:

            Love Poem

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only sinners seek forgiveness

            only poets crave the pain of solitude alone in the darkness

            I’ve been trying not to think about you

            putting you on a pedestal of dreams

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only broken hearts can heal

            only children are truly innocent

            alone in the crowded room I’ve been waiting for you

            telling everyone how I didn’t love you anyway

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunderous sky

            only lost souls can find their way home

            only Romeo would die for Juliet

            I wait for you to wake

            whisper ‘I love you’ and laugh as we share the joke

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder sky

            only the most bitter enemies could once have been friends

            only a stranger knows loneliness

            alone under the dark stratosphere I dance

            and scream at the sunless heavens

            only a madman would love you

 

 

thank you, post one of yours or a favourite love poem by anyone you like

abbie foxton said:



abbie foxton said:  Steve - madmen dancing under tumultuous conditions can only be admired - I love this piece on love



Steve Downes said:

            Love Poem

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only sinners seek forgiveness

            only poets crave the pain of solitude alone in the darkness

            I’ve been trying not to think about you

            putting you on a pedestal of dreams

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder storms

            only broken hearts can heal

            only children are truly innocent

            alone in the crowded room I’ve been waiting for you

            telling everyone how I didn’t love you anyway

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunderous sky

            only lost souls can find their way home

            only Romeo would die for Juliet

            I wait for you to wake

            whisper ‘I love you’ and laugh as we share the joke

 

            Only madmen dance under the thunder sky

            only the most bitter enemies could once have been friends

            only a stranger knows loneliness

            alone under the dark stratosphere I dance

            and scream at the sunless heavens

            only a madman would love you

 

 

Midnight tarte tatin, after spirit zinc,

bubbles burning menthol, la fez leer and lust.

A chocolate cup for my Evangeline,

sweet bitter,my everything.

Droplets, rare pearls on vellum,

dance a black slow cursive, dried blood.

Crystalize this aching well,

sharp carved to cut deep shards, splinter a comet,

a comment, a common place.

Trust centre’s ache, injects me,

pumps and spills,this night of ink stained hands.

Length slithers a play with moisture,

we collide a soft caress,a breath and subtle touch.

Only shadows watch as we pass through

each other’s sweet dabs in axis,

becoming one in essence,

the pleasure

of nothingness.

http://abbiefoxton.com/2013/10/07/a-night-of-ink-stained-hands/

BENCHED 

Its blue paint was peeling and scarred. Wrought iron rusting. 


We moved it with us - though we'd only inherited it. 

We'd not touched it,

cared for it...

even used it particularly. 

And yet we went out of our way to bring it with us.

I wonder why?

I guess we loved it once, as we'd loved each other.

A thing we found together.


Now that it's broken it seems to be inextricably ours.

It was me that broke it.

The reasons seem trivial now.

It seems during the years with us it had rotted from the inside out.

I stood on it.

I hope it doesn't stand for us.

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