Relationship Poems
Rail tracks
by Dammika Chandani
look around,
understand the point,
there's an art to follow,
if you dream of touring
life together.
Reach the destination together,
standing at the eye site
Invariably side by side,
enjoying the presence of each other.
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loving someone
by Shruti SidparaLoving someone means wanting to protect them, even from the weight of your own heart.
Continue readingPlaying House
by Kara Prince
I used to dote on my baby dolls. I cooked the finest plastic cuisines for anyone who would pretend to taste. I didn’t feel compelled to clean back then. And I was never Mama or Mrs., even then, I knew those names were not for me.
Somewhere through the years, maybe at my best friend’s parents’ kitchen table, or on the firm couch I spent exactly 50 minutes on a week, I realized I was not playing anymore. I cooked to survive and cleaned for medicinal purposes. The house ran well, but there was no playing.
So, for the third time, I let you back in. Together we play house, you cook daunting meals, I clean up after board games, and we dote on our friends' dogs. I know I’ll never be Mama, that neither of us is the marrying kind, and that I can survive going back to just running things, so for as long as we can, let's just keep playing house.
Promise
by Teo Luchin
“Only kiss me on my forehead,
if you're trying to make me yours."
A gentle sterness in your voice.
A soft command that echoes.
Is it a dare or a boundary?
I still can't decide.
And now here you are, wrappen in nights emrace.
As I see myself leaning in.
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A Golfing Wife
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
As a non-golfing husband I revel at tales
Of sunshine filled days chasing small balls,
Some in the rough others in sand,
All these brave girls fighting nature's pitfalls.
I hear of the times the flock of wild ducks
Hindered a drive that was perfectly hit,
And what of those trees that magically moved
With a subsequent shout 'I just want to quit'.
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loving someone
by Shruti SidparaLoving someone means wanting to protect them, even from the weight of your own heart.
Continue readingAfstand
by Mario Odekerken
Tussen ons lê stilte
so wyd soos 'n oop veld
sonder voetspore.
Ek roep jou naam sag
maar die wind dra dit weg
voor dit jou kan bereik.
Wir
by Mario Odekerken
Wir gehen nebeneinander
ohne Eile,ohne Ziel
und bleiben doch verbunden.
Zwischen uns wächst etwas
leise und unaufdringlich
das wir nicht benennen müssen.
Careful
by Kara Prince
I grew up in the thick of chaos, and it made me careful. Careful has done well by me; it's kept me safe, given me stability, and made me someone that others can depend on.
You come from chaos, too, and you carry some with you now. You are fiery, spontaneous, and sometimes, when you fall, you take others down with you.
Careful me deliberated over you. I decided you were not worth the risk. And yet when you asked if I wanted you, my head nodded carefully without consulting me.
Now my careful heart is warm in the fires of your unsure hands.
Playing House
by Kara Prince
I used to dote on my baby dolls. I cooked the finest plastic cuisines for anyone who would pretend to taste. I didn’t feel compelled to clean back then. And I was never Mama or Mrs., even then, I knew those names were not for me.
Somewhere through the years, maybe at my best friend’s parents’ kitchen table, or on the firm couch I spent exactly 50 minutes on a week, I realized I was not playing anymore. I cooked to survive and cleaned for medicinal purposes. The house ran well, but there was no playing.
So, for the third time, I let you back in. Together we play house, you cook daunting meals, I clean up after board games, and we dote on our friends' dogs. I know I’ll never be Mama, that neither of us is the marrying kind, and that I can survive going back to just running things, so for as long as we can, let's just keep playing house.
