Tag Archives: love

Your Eyes — a poem

April 23, 2019beauty, love, poem, Poetrybeauty, love, Marriage, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

It is your eyes that pierce me
Bright baby blue
In Sicily they marked you
Erroneously
As German
In Jordan, both men and girls followed you
Hoping to see your wonderful eyes again
It is your eyes that hold me
Windowing your soul
In your much loved face

Bookivore

April 17, 2019Life, love, poem, Poetrybooks, love, pleasure, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Reading on a screen is a hollow sham

Handling a real book
Feeling it’s weight
Looking at its cover
(Often old fashioned)
Turning paper pages

The way a second hand poetry book
Can fall open at a poem
That was once loved
And repeatedly read
By a stranger

All pleasure

Friday poem: Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

April 12, 2019Friday Poem, love, poem, PoetryEdna St. Vincent Millay, Friday Poem, Grief, Guest poem, love, poen, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;

I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year’s bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear

To go,—so with his memory they brim.

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, “There is no memory of him here!”

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

by Edna St. Vincent Millay (February 22, 1892 – October 19, 1950)

Friday Poem: When you wake tomorrow

March 29, 2019Friday Poem, love, poem, PoetryBrian Patten, Friday Poem, love, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

I will give you a poem when you wake tomorrow.
It will be a peaceful poem.
It won’t make you sad.
It won’t make you miserable.
It will simply be a poem to give you
When you wake tomorrow.

It was not written by myself alone.
I cannot lay claim to it.
I found it in your body.
In your smile I found it.
Will you recognise it?

You will find it under your pillow.
When you open the cupboard it will be there.
You will blink in astonishment,
Shout out, ‘How it trembles!
Its nakedness is startling! How fresh it tastes!’

We will have it for breakfast;
On a table lit by loving,
At a place reserved for wonder.
We will give the world a kissing open
When we wake tomorrow.

We will offer it to the sad landlord out on the balcony.
To the dreamers at the window.
To the hand waving for no particular reason
We will offer it.
An amazing and most remarkable thing,
We will offer it to the whole human race
Which walks in us
When we wake tomorrow.

By Brian Patten

Friday Poem: Symptoms of Love

March 22, 2019Friday Poem, love, poem, PoetryFriday Poem, love, poem, poetry, Robert GravesThe Cheesesellers Wife

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares –
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

by Robert Graves

Lost love poem, by Pauline Brown Whysall

March 17, 2019love, poem, Poetry1940's, lost love, love, Love poem, Pauline Brown Whysall, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

I have found one of my mother’s poems, it’s very poignant and rather obviously not written to my Father!

Poem: Coat

March 9, 2019art, love, poem, Poetrylove, poem, poetry, truthThe Cheesesellers Wife

Let me see your coat
full as it is
of laughter and tears

Let me touch your voice
as it wraps
loving ties around my bones

Let me hold your feet
sore as they are from walking
through this life

Let me see your truth
stuffed as a rucksack
with sustenance

Friday Poem: Love among the Roses

February 1, 2019Friday Poem, humour, love, poem, PoetryFriday Poem, Guest poem, humour, Julianus, love, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

While weaving a garland
One fine day
I found that midst
The roses lay
The god of Love
I picked him up
And dipped him in
The wine-filled cup
I took and drank him;
Now he clings
Inside me, tickling
With his wings

by Julianus, Prefect of Eygpt (6th Century)

From ‘Great Short Poems’, Ed. Dorothy Pollack, Dover Books.

Friday poem: How like a winter

January 11, 2019Friday Poem, love, poem, Poetry, Shakespeare, winterlove, poem, poetry, Shakespeare, sonnet, sonnet 97, winterThe Cheesesellers Wife

How like a winter hath my absence been

From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!

What old December’s bareness everywhere!

And yet this time remov’d was summer’s time,

The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,

Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,

Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease:

Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me

But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

And thou away, the very birds are mute;

Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer

That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

by William Shakespeare

After the Dance

December 19, 2018Life, love, poem, Poetrydance, Life, love, poem, poetry, Summer Ball, Winter BallThe Cheesesellers Wife

We wade though the bright grass
Tired, footsore, happy
Hearing a bird calling by the reeds
Notes curling amongst themselves,
Spinning through the warm air
Distantly, traffic busies itself,
Here, tranquility reigns,
After a full night dancing,
We walk.