Love is far too small a word to express all the things I need and want and say and believe and feel and do when I’m with you. But then maybe that’s the point. For more of my poetry, check … Continue reading Too Small A Word. A poem.
One momentWith youIs likeA lifetimeOf constantMysteries and surprisesAnd far too goodTo be true Continue reading Moment. A poem.
https://stevestillstanding.com/2017/02/19/unrequited-a-poem/ This is the second poem I ever posted. I’m feeling nostalgic! Steve 🙂 Continue reading Unrequited. A poem redux.
My heartInspired by youPumps a thousandBeats a minuteNot a heart attackNot a strokeBut heavenIn your eyes Continue reading My Heart. A poem.
The distance to you Miles between An infinitude Yet there you stand So close to me The work of art And the fool Continue reading The Distance to You. A poem.
My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.
I saw you again today. You hadn’t changed at all, but of course I shouldn’t have expected you too. After all, it had been but a few weeks, and nobody can be expected to change much in that time. Your … Continue reading The Spell. A short tale.
When I’m here Alone (as always) Projecting random thoughts Internalising fears Rejecting self I think of you Though you know me Not at all I live in hope That one day You will Unrequited love. It lives on in our hearts and minds, the very minds that hold us back from expressing that love. And so we carry it inside, hiding it away, dreaming of the day we might set it free. I write a lot of poems about it. Someday my torch will burn for all to see. Until then, I will continue to smoulder and write and dream. Continue reading One Day. A poem.
She is the wedge between my thoughts The foot in my mental door I couldn’t get her out of my head Even if I wanted to And I would Never Want To Continue reading Wedge. A poem.
Ever been in love with someone that doesn’t know it? Maybe you have, maybe you haven’t. Maybe this poem means nothing to you.
But if you have, this poem may mean everything and more. Continue reading Grace. A poem.
Another poem I wrote. I guess I’m in a poem writing mood, at the moment. Continue reading Unrequited. A poem
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