Tag: Poetry

Scrambler

I thought I had forgotten you,
but quite clearly I did not
since you pop up every now and then,
a simple fleeting thought.
I remember that summer
that never seemed to end
and all the fun we had
when you were actually my friend.
Still the sweetest thing you’ve ever done
occurred that warm August night
when you had the DJ say my name
as the fair ride took flight.
Content after twenty rides,
we slowly ambled back
and for just a moment,
I didn’t fear attack.
Sometimes I do forget
all the pain you put me through
in the times that I remember
the sweet little things you could do.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Eclipse

Once your eyes shone brightly
burning hotter than the sun;
the flame growing ever higher
seeking answers on the run.

But answers turn to questions
that often leave you blind
as the moon obscures the sun
and darkens up your mind.

Now, your eyes burn red
as the shadow lies in wait,
feasting on your soul,
as you fester in your hate.

© Autumn Siders 2017

 

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Skunked

I just want to be on my porch
and enjoy the summer night
as I wait for my foxy friend,
visible only by moonlight.

I never asked you to come
and I don’t get why you are here
this food is not for you,
I thought that I made that clear.

We are both black and white,
that’s obvious to tell
but you can be certain we differ
since you quite clearly smell.

So be on your way quickly
and please leave me be
while I wait for my true friend
to join me for tea.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

Undressed

A cold, rainy summer day
and you blew in from the street
disheveled and soaking
but to my eyes, a treat.
I offered you a towel
and a warm place to rest
even brought you a coffee
which you claimed was the best.
The rain fell in sheets
with not and end in sight
so, presumptuous as it was,
I said you could spend the night.
A gentle smile with your eyes
as you set your coffee down
as my heart awaited your reply,
I thought it possible to drown.
But the smile spread to your cheeks
and my heart leapt in my chest
at the thought of you in bed,
perfectly undressed.

© Autumn Siders 2017

But with the Mind

Last night was a but a dream;
a result of a slumber so deep.
And as the morning sun sheds its light,
I slowly forget this foolish night.
To think there would ever be a time,
that I could truly call you mine.
But no amount of trickery or dust
can ever change to gold this rust.
As sleep dissipates from my eyes,
I find a new world full of lies
where love and hate are two of a kind
felt not only with the soul, but with the mind.

© Autumn Siders 2017