Tag Archives: love

Sometimes You Have To

Sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Although you know
That it may be the end
Of a friend
Or a love affair.

You should take great care
What you do
But sometimes you have to
Say what is true
Though it hurts
Both them and you.

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Four poems by K Morris Poet on Soundcloud

I have uploaded the following four poems to my Soundcloud.

 

For The Walk Never Taken

For the walk that was never taken,
For the talk that was never talked,
For the ball never played,
For the one who stayed
Alone,
At home
Forsaken,
Who was to blame?

Love is a game
To some
And perhaps it matters not
For the sun
Is still hot
And the sky does remain
Suspended above
This game
Of love.

Rose

On my way
Home today
I met
A budding rose
And did a poem compose
To love, lust,
Dust, and regret.

Who knows
Whether the rose
Be closed
Still.

All flesh is grass
And I will
Into the dark forest pass
While the rose
Is blooming still

Eternal Youth

‘Tis a truth
Profound
That eternal youth
Can not be found
By middle-aged men who pursue
Girls of 20,
(But there are plenty
Who do).

The run
May be fun
And rings
And other such things
May a man buy
More than a look
From a young girl’s eye,
Which is sometimes mistook
By the old
For love.

Nothing comes after
Her brittle laughter
Save for more
Of the same, but the fool will not be told
The truth,
That with all his gold
He can not purchase eternal youth,
Though some already this fact
Know
But act
As though
It where not so
And continue to buy
Forced laughter
After each joke
On which they both, secretly, choke.

As the weather grows hot

As the weather grows
Hot, pretty women in short clothes
Will cause
Men to pause
And their eyes to almost pop
Out of their heads, and wish
That they could catch
That particular fish,
For they have an itch
To scratch.
And perhaps a match
May spark
Ingendering love or lust
In the human heart,
Ere the dust
Takes away
Our sunny day.

The Kiss of Morn

The kiss of morn
Does come
As the waking sun
Does gently warm
The waiting lawn.

The dawn dew
Does soak through
Her summer dress,
That the rising sun
Does so softly warm
And with eagerness, caress.