I wrote this one about 3 years ago, probably one of my best I think?
Just sharing. What is a topic that is lacking in poetry? Any ideas?
Here's a topic... kamikaze's wore helmets why?..... discuss!!
Cafe Atlantique
Born from the ashes of a midnight crow
Blind-sided by the darkness of reality’s pain
Struggling to distract the demon’s below
So afraid, so afraid, she’s going insane
Too young to remember
The effects unavoidable
He fights through life searching
While keeping a positive light, is it working?
They reason and analyze
Research and theorize
Fate brings them together
With coffee and hot weather
Her eyes are dark and earnest, so cautious,
Lips of an angel, soft and sweet
To talk, to be, she was a treat
Sincerely, humbly, she made him complete
Soft touches, eager eyes
Secretly wanton, moral police,
She resists the wolf for a soft sheep fleece,
Sharing sushi behind a soft flickering flame
Her eyes twinkle, they hold hands
Exploring the world together she follows in his steps
Conversation never tiring, always wishing she slept
Such a beautiful dark angel she is,
His eyes and heart cannot resist
He wobbles on the wire to and fro
Her words flow, on wind that blows
What is right?
What is wrong?
He wants her to find a theme song,
He wants to give her the world
Like atlas she strains to hold the world
Demons inside their heads
At night they lay peacefully
Like babies in a warm bed
The ending to this story
Is left as curiosities pique
Fate and Destiny are out getting coffee
Perhaps at the café atlantique?
update: Cafe Atlantique is an actual place. This poem was inspired by a relationship I had 3 years ago, met her for the first time at this particular cafe. She had some confusion, emotional issues etc. Hence "dark angel"
Just sharing. What is a topic that is lacking in poetry? Any ideas?
Here's a topic... kamikaze's wore helmets why?..... discuss!!
Cafe Atlantique
Born from the ashes of a midnight crow
Blind-sided by the darkness of reality’s pain
Struggling to distract the demon’s below
So afraid, so afraid, she’s going insane
Too young to remember
The effects unavoidable
He fights through life searching
While keeping a positive light, is it working?
They reason and analyze
Research and theorize
Fate brings them together
With coffee and hot weather
Her eyes are dark and earnest, so cautious,
Lips of an angel, soft and sweet
To talk, to be, she was a treat
Sincerely, humbly, she made him complete
Soft touches, eager eyes
Secretly wanton, moral police,
She resists the wolf for a soft sheep fleece,
Sharing sushi behind a soft flickering flame
Her eyes twinkle, they hold hands
Exploring the world together she follows in his steps
Conversation never tiring, always wishing she slept
Such a beautiful dark angel she is,
His eyes and heart cannot resist
He wobbles on the wire to and fro
Her words flow, on wind that blows
What is right?
What is wrong?
He wants her to find a theme song,
He wants to give her the world
Like atlas she strains to hold the world
Demons inside their heads
At night they lay peacefully
Like babies in a warm bed
The ending to this story
Is left as curiosities pique
Fate and Destiny are out getting coffee
Perhaps at the café atlantique?
update: Cafe Atlantique is an actual place. This poem was inspired by a relationship I had 3 years ago, met her for the first time at this particular cafe. She had some confusion, emotional issues etc. Hence "dark angel"