Posts tagged ‘love poetry’



The lighthouse shines its light in endless beams

to safety from the tempest sea

and when a storm

torments the shore, or mist comes up

it is your guide

for shelter

here with me


the whisper shell


There was a moment when, together but alone

we stood close to the sea both far away in thought

The whisper shell the waves had brought

I held it to my ear as if it was a phone

and when you saw me doing that, I felt so caught

remembering the times we fought

when  voices had a different tone


You started running on the beach

I followed you and we fell in the sand

like we had shipwrecked and found land

You had two more shells, one for each

It was the last time that I felt your hand


Over you in May


you were not much of a real friend

the stitches of the seam are torn

you were no friend  at all to me

the black dress that I’ll wear to mourn


and for memories of what could have been

I find no future there

nothing left to wear

but naked lies


how you thought the truth could be so bend

how you thought that you could lie to me

it was something I had never seen

now I know to be aware


it is like waking up in Spring

the welcome of a  finer day

awaiting morning birds to sing


the black dress taken by the storm

at last the rain will come and wash away

this pain and shape it in another form

I am over you in May


entry for jingle potluck




(a villanelle)



Now you are in eternal sleep

My hand no longer rests in yours

The silence in the room is deep

Somehow it is not time to weep

Absent the feeling of remorse

Now you are in eternal sleep

And only memories to keep

As I will think of you of course

The silence in the room is deep

Why did your faith decide to leap

and take your soul to the eternal source?

Now you are in eternal sleep

a clock is ticking time to keep

as you were taken by cruel force

The silence in the room is deep

just memories for me to keep

My hand is useless to endorse

Now you are in eternal sleep

The silence in the room is deep



The Last Lover




Will you be the last lover

the one to hold me in my hour of fear

will you be the one then

to kiss away the pain and,  if any, a tear


The white curtains moved

when the window was open

the breeze from the sea

was caressing my skin


It is getting so dark now

as the light has been fading

and I forgot:  have I, or not,  let you in?


Will you be near me in my darkness

or will it just be

the breeze of the sea

whispering a farewell to me?


Will the sea be

my lover

at last




entry for jingle’s poetry

every line in his face




every line in his face she knows well

every spot on his skin is so  dear

as he sleeps

while she reads

as he reads

while she eats

as they go through their daily routine

stumbling through old age and ignoring old pain

so much said

during  soothing silence of being together


the thought that one day he might be gone

is the only cry in her nights

is her fear

and only then

she is one minute






let’s just sit  in the dunes by the sea

nothing needs to be told

we shelter each other from cold

a ship in full sails to a far  destiny

as the waves sing their song

like drowned sailors who died a  long time ago

or are they just seagulls crying

let us stay by the sea

and listen to them

and don’t think at all about dying

not yet


entry for jingle poetry potluck

Don’t cry over me anymore



Don’t be sad, we were not meant to be

It was a forbidden fling

Not love, but just a phase


I walk along the restless sea

Thinking of what might have been

Elsewhere in  time and place


My true love is beside me

He knows me in and out

And I keep in his pace


Goodbye for ever to a friend

As friends we can not be

This phase had but to sadly end

So I will set you free




A nice Winters day



At our feet cried the foaming North Sea

A happy dog ran in the distance

A seagull above us stayed with us for hours,

Shells in the sand

With unspoken colours


Sand blowing for as far we could see

Your hand in my hand

You and me

And the sea






Terschelling 19 dec. 2010 Rusty guns foto: Toussaint Schroders



The battle axes won’t be melted soon
This peace on earth is just a phrase
But you and I made up no day too soon
So let me give you this embrace

The silent nights that we are hoping for
They won’t be keeping us awake
By sunset we’ll just close and bolt the door
Since silent night is give and take




Jingle Potluck


Terschelling 19 december 2010 foto: Toussaint Schroders

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