Title: These Old Things
Type of Poem: Freeverse
In this old house
and these old clothes
we wallow in our own filth.
Stale incense floating in the air,
cinnamon and sandalwood.
These old words and
your cigarette ash.
Product of smoke rings
in this old air.
You count all the
beautiful things our
eyes can see
beyond the haze.
Soft and sweet,
your tongue lolls on
smooth edge 6s and 7s
making shapes of numbers
with your finger on my skin.
Hovering between
awake and asleep
where we are eternal,
with memories of
some other time.
In some old place
are these old things.
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Title: Missed Era
Type of Poem: Freeverse?
Whispers the house
to the waiting girl,
I'm lonly.
Once I was,
envied, proud.
My walls stood true,
my profile sharp;
i was desired.
Says the house
to the watching girl,
time passed.
Love faded,
lessened, went.
Earth reclaimed
what was stolen;
I've grown old.
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Title: Unpacking
Type of Poem: Freeverse
Like the seasons you are
fitting, fading, blending.
Chameleon tendencies,
green to yellow to red.
Daffodils tickle
backs of knees,
you are playful
spring mornings.
Pushing onward you are,
sticky strawberry mess
smeared across mouths,
savouring flavours
of balmy summer heat.
Like the saesons you are
fitting, fading, blending.
An open box on the surface
of my tousled bed covers,
the contents are everywhere,
the memories are present,
The photographs askew.
