12 Thursday Jul 2012
Posted in Longing & Waiting, Love, Poetry
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I read my old love poems,
the other day,
they made me look desperate,
in a cloying kind of way.
What was I thinking,
when I wrote those?
Possessive and needy,
I cringe to my toes.
I really did love you,
of that there’s no doubt,
but it seems quite absurd,
now, the way it came out.
Although I look back,
I was only a child,
I think that I thought,
I was dangerous and wild!
© Love poems 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Romantic Heart form Love Seeds (Photo credit: epSos.de)
10 Thursday May 2012
Posted in Deep Stuff!, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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autumn, first love, heartbreak, loss, love, memories, poetry, reminiscence, spring, summer, tears, winter
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
A crisp winter
walk. Breath.
November
skies so
fresh.
Suffocating summer
afternoons, spent
making love, in
your bedroom.
Passionate.
Autumn abandonment.
Love tossed aside.
Sad, bitter tears,
words said,
love dead.
Armchair reminiscence,
so long ago,
memories,
spring,
forth.
How I lived,
loved, and
lost,
in a
day.
© One Day 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Waterfalls at Bahati Camp, the first of three camp areas in the Uluguru Mountains. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
05 Saturday May 2012
Posted in Daily life, Humour, Longing & Waiting, Poetry
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childhood, comfort, dog, first love, love, memories, teddy bear
I held you tight
and clung to you,
my love for you untold.
I stared into you deep brown eyes,
my heart was yours to hold.
So soft to touch,
I kept you close,
I kissed your furry ears.
My love, my friend, my confidante,
my darling teddy bear.
You shared my secrets,
calmed my fears,
as you watched over me.
You’ve watched me grow over the years,
a birthday gift at three.
You stood by me,
in hours of need,
and protected me at night.
When I was ill, you’d comfort me,
and soothe me ‘til the light.
I cried for you,
and made a fuss,
my teddy bear most dear;
hanging wet upon the line,
one peg upon each ear.
We’ve had our scrapes,
both you and me,
but survived them none the less;
the time the dog played tug o’ war…
but I sewed back your head.
Now I’m grown,
no more a child,
It’s you that I adore.
Although you’re bald, you’re my first love,
my one eyed teddy bear.
© First Love 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Teddy Bear (Photo credit: ertemplin)
