Magician's Little Book of Poetry

Poems from the Heart



Always Looking Back

               

Should I walk away, or should I stay,

Why look back over ones shoulder,

If no one is looking, still cares;

Can we look them in the eye,

Without wanting to cry?

Is our heart still craving,

Is this love worth saving?

Has our search led to naught?

Soul mates at least I thought,

This pain inside is still there,

I search for solace, but where;

What is love without trust?

Betrayal, unfaithfulness, disgust,

Is it saying sorry when we falter

Forgiving things we cannot alter?

Who do we blame when things go wrong?

Life is short, our conscience long,

We try to hold at arms length,

And pray for inner strength,

But hold onto we still do,

Hope to see it through;

Frightened, hurt, destroyed,

Grieving, shattered, and annoyed,

How then do we measure loves cost,

Who pays when all is lost?

 

A smile, a kind deed, compassion,

Touching, feeling, passion;

Joy at being with someone, a mate,

Someone to whom we can relate,

Sharing our lives and fears,

Being there throughout the years,

Taking what life may throw,

Depending on someone we know,

The heartache, the worry, the doubt,

These are just some things loves about;

 

Why then do my feet refuse to budge,

Who am I to stand here and judge?

Why does my heart find no relief?

My world has changed beyond belief,

My soul can find no rest,

Because I did not give my best,

The tears can never change the way,

I had my chance and threw it away,

What is done is done but yet,

I do feel remorse and regret;

Something inside just can’t let go,

I know not what but it’s there even so,

Hoping for another chance,

To continue this romance;

 

Obsession that became a love somehow,

Still flickers in the dying embers now;

Those feelings remain with me still,

Every word, memory, moment, thrill,

Haunting me every day, they remain the same,

Waking each morning, seeing your name,

Loving you still and wanting you,

A love so different, but true,

Always looking back to see,

If you are looking back at me.


 



Cold Side Of The Pillow

               

Lying there next to that cold pillow,

All alone in your big bed,

Thinking of something missing beside you,

Where you lay your head;

Hugging the darkness of another night,

Wishing there was something more,

Past tears all dried and over now,

Thoughts of what has gone before.

 

Standing in the rain and getting soaked,

Feeling refreshed and caring not,

Stamping in the puddles like a kid,

Happy and content with what we have got;

Do one thing each day that scares us,

Not thinking of the how or why,

Remember life is always for us, not against,

Why not give something new a try.

 

Playing in the snow who cares,

Having fun with mud or paint,

Read a child’s book, dress up,

Sing even though a singer we aint;

Innocence of youth in us all,

Laugh out loud to hide our fears,

Better to be the clown who looks the part,

Than drown ourselves in tears.

 

Listening to the child inside,

Work hard, play hard, see it through,

Each experience, feeling, joy, pain,

Always trying something new;

Watching a weepy movie alone,

Who can hear you cry?

Don’t stop to think, memories hurt,

Pick yourself up and try.

 

What of love I hear you ask,

Better to have loved and lost,

Than never loved at all,

Give and never count the cost;

When does it become too hard

To take that risk of getting hurt again?

Look before we leap once more,

Bracing ourselves for the pain.

 

Somewhere out there waits for us,

A special person we not know yet,

Do we take the chance or not,

To dive in and get ourselves wet;

Listen to our hearts or our head,

Which one makes more sense?

Is this the real deal at last?

Go for it or just sit on the fence.

 

So tonight when you’re tucked up in bed,

Dreaming of white knights or heroes strong,

Rescuing you from your tower,

Taking you to the place you belong;

Spare a thought for me,

Holding you tight inside,

Wishing I was the one,

On that pillow’s cold side.


 



Does It Really Matter

               

Does it really matter?

Do you really care,

What I have to say?

Can you hear my words?

Is this important,

To you, maybe not,

To the next person,

Maybe so.

 

A word of hope,

A word of understanding,

A word shared,

I too have been there, and survived,

Maybe the word needed to continue,

One more hour,

One more day,

To hang on and not give up,

For what I have to say.

 

Makes you hang on for just one moment,

To realise you are not the only one,

That life does not revolve around you,

If it brings desire to see,

Just one more poem,

What happens next?

Then all is gained,

A friendship begun.

 

For now you realise we are,

Kindred spirits,

On the same journey,

Taking different paths,

Soon to cross,

You don't want to miss that, do you?

So I say,

What I have to say,

Does it really matter?


 



Death And Love

               

Life is so unpredictable,

So complicated,

So complex,

Every day is a new challenge,

A lesson learned,

An experience gained;

Each heartache, problem, obstacle,

To be overcome,

To be dealt with,

We often stop and wonder,

What does it all mean?

 

Death is so unexpected,

So cruel,

So needless,

Every day nearer to that end,

A reality to face us all,

A lost loved one;

Every grieving, consolation, bereavement,

To be confronted,

To be coped with,

We ask why them, why now,

What is life all about?

 

But what of Love,

So needed,

So welcome,

Every day to feel wanted, warmth,

A desire to just be,

A shared moment;

Every tear, broken promise, betrayal,

To be resolved,

To be locked within,

Is it worth all the pain and hurt?

Why do we all need love?

 

Life, death, love,

So very real,

So part of us,

Every day to go on and be stronger,

A necessary part,

A human trait;

To love and be loved and live our lives,

To endure whatever,

To hold onto at any cost,

That which makes us who we are,

Loving, compassionate, forgiving;

 

Life is so very short,

So enriched,

So fulfilled,

Every day rejoice in what we have,

A series of events,

A passage of time;

To stand proud and face the world,

And say I did my best,

I am only human,

Think only of the good times,

And let someone else be our judge.


 


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