Susan Noyes Anderson » Love Poetry

Be Mine. Pretty Peas?!

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 18:05:00 +0000

You'll always be the one for me;

we're two peas in a pod.

So plump, so round…You're all I see.

My soft, green heart is awed.

You've really got me in the soup

(I hope it's not split pea.)

'Cause I could never split from you.

I'm your sweet chickpea, see?

For you, I'd leave the stalk behind.

Pick me! You peel my skin.

You photosynthesize my mind.

Lock, stalk and leaf, I'm in.

Even your chlorophyll is hot!

(No one does green like you.)

You're in my every squishy thought…

my pea-brained dream come true.

First Blood

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 17:59:25 +0000

If you must cut me,

do the job with crystal.

Let ruby gemfire

lick (then burn)

your litany of

leavings

on my palm.

Take

down.

Triangulate your

heart into my

upturned hands.

Press firmly.

Draw first blood,

and don’t forget

the roses.

You Rock Me Solid

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 17:35:54 +0000

Not only do you rock, you are one––

That’s the honest truth.

I oughta know; you’ve had my back

since we were in our youth.

You’ve stood by me through thick and thin…

up, down, and sideways, too.

I’ve never known a day alone

since I hooked up with you.

You hold me tight when late at night

my courage turns to fear.

You check on silly, scary sounds

that only I can hear.

You always seem to smooth the way

when my road gets too bumpy.

You love me for myself: the good and bad,

the glad and grumpy.

You’re solid and I know it, and

that knowledge sets me free

to know that I can trust your heart

with every part of me.

Not only do you rock, you are one––

firm as any boulder.

And yet, the softest spot in all my world

is on your shoulder.

Inoculation

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 17:09:29 +0000

Saying goodbye was harder than she thought,

but then, she rarely thought at all.

She acted and reacted, forged ahead,

kept moving, so she wouldn’t fall.

Truth is, the blackguard changed more than her mind;

she ran from feeling (failing, too).

He stole whatever peace there was to find,

left her in pieces, old and new.

On hands and knees she picked those pieces up,

put them together one more time.

His soul left bitter coffee in her cup—

she drank him down, choked on the grind.

She knew the toxic in intoxication

and would not indulge again.

She named her days with him Inoculation,

(l)earned immunity to men.

point of view

admin — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 16:57:52 +0000

image by Sarolta Ban

she always made him small

it was her eyes

he blamed them, claimed they cut him

down to size

she said he lies

***

he never stood up tall

she had to rise

he made himself the beggar

her the prize

he said she lies

•••

(cue alibis)

Lifelong

admin — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 17:47:40 +0000

Artwork by Ruth Trobe

It’s harder now to tell where your part ends,

or where my part begins, as time goes on.

I only know that when I speak of friends,

I always name you first. You are lifelong.

We’ve breathed each other’s air enough to know

that suffocation will not be our lot.

Sometimes I wander to, you wander fro.

But lonely’s something you and I are not.

We’ve been together two-thirds of our days.

Safe home. The years roll by. The years roll by.

We know where all the bodies are buried.

And we know when. And we know how and why.

Words Fail Me

admin — Sun, 04 Sep 2011 15:28:10 +0000

Words Fail Me

You are my sunshine in the morning

and my northern star at night.

You’re the clouds that give me warning

when the storm is out of sight.

You are water when my well runs dry,

a breath of clean, fresh air.

You’re the castle in my star-crossed sky,

a blessing and a prayer.

If an ill wind blows my boat too far,

I set my sails for you.

In the dawn of each new day, you are

the sweet, distilling dew.

Every load I bear is lighter

as you lend your strength to mine.

Every song I sing is brighter

when our voices intertwine.

Your music lifts me, fills me up.

My heart stands all amazed.

I honor you; I raise my cup;

I drink you in, quite dazed.

You are my one and only love,

Prince Charming plus; it’s true…

The King of All Clichés, because

I can’t find words for you.

You are my sunshine in the morning

and my northern star at night.

You’re the clouds that give me warning

when the storm is out of sight.

You are water when my well runs dry,

a breath of clean, fresh air.

You’re the castle in my star-crossed sky,

a blessing and a prayer.

If an ill wind blows my boat too far,

I set my sails for you.

In the dawn of each new day, you are

the sweet, distilling dew.

Every load I bear is lighter

as you lend your strength to mine.

Every song I sing is brighter

when our voices intertwine.

Your music lifts me, fills me up.

My heart stands all amazed.

I honor you; I raise my cup;

I drink you in, quite dazed.

You are my one and only love,

Prince Charming plus; it’s true…

The King of All Clichés, because

I can’t find words for you.

A Family is Born

admin — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 23:17:13 +0000

Man and woman.

Heaven’s grace

reaching, touching

altar’s lace.

Gift of God,

the sealing power.

Life eternal

from that hour

is theirs. A prize

to lose or keep

by covenant

that runs heart-deep.

A family born.

A promise sure.

If man and woman

but endure.

His seed also will I make to endure forever, and his throne as the days of heaven.

Psalms 89:29

Rebirth

admin — Tue, 21 Jun 2011 15:56:12 +0000

Within the stone-cold reaches of his heart,

a red-hot revolution had begun.

The feeblest of stirrings was its start,

mere embers, kindled by another’s sun.

She tasted sweet as honey, deftly spun

his head around; oh yes, this was her art.

Her magic crept into that inner part,

where secrets hide and old wounds cut and run.

He was undone. She was Diantha’s wine,

the flower of heaven; no man could resist.

Such grapes as hers grew on no earthly vine;

her lips were petals, pleading to be kissed.

He sipped, drank deeply, knelt before her shrine…

surrendered darkness to the morning mist.

Love Seasons

admin — Sat, 09 Apr 2011 17:58:15 +0000

April showers bring May flowers

(nature goes to work)

May blooms bring June prom-night rooms

(parents go berserk)

June trysts through July persist

(summer’s underway)

July fun turns to August sun

(good times every day)

August fries, September dies

(love is on the wane)

September views October’s hues

(perhaps, ‘twas not in vain)

October gold, November cold

(red-orange passions dance)

November chills, December stills

(Noel is soft romance)

December lights, January blights

(cuddle close together)

January blows, February glows

(valentines trump weather)

February hearts inspire March arts

(spring begins to fling)

March buds claim the April rain

(bluebirds on the wing)

April showers bring May flowers

(love is everything)