Tag Archive: Love


Lovely Heart

Lovely Heart

Gaining strength from a happy soul,
the lovely heart is extolled.
Burdened by life’s circumstances,
the lovely heart takes its chances.
Battle swords drawn by the brain,
the lovely heart tears up with pain.
Betrayed by so called friends,
the lovely heart makes amends.
Loving every earthly thing,
the lovely hearts strings sing.
Music wafting through the air,
the lovely heart dances without a care.
Searching for its match,
the lovely heart doesn’t just attach.
It looks for the perfect one
the lovely heart takes no action.
Patiently awaiting forever more,
the lovely heart waits for its amour.
Until the day they shall meet again,
the lovely heart will remain.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

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Iced Heart

Iced Heart

Water streams to the ground, unevenly.
As icicles drip from the gentle warming of her heart.
Where once it was cold and beat for none.
Now it awakens from a deep slumber.
As stirring emotions shake it awake.
A simple touch was all that was needed.
To break a spell that she had thought impossible.
She was told of what was to happen,
but brushed it away like a nuisance.
A still picture of pure beauty,
her wavy, flowing mane caught in movement.
A simple smile, hides behind ice as she appears blissful.
A single Rose as red as a candy apple is graceful held in her small hands.
He touches her face softly, afraid that touching would break her.
His memories of brushing touches, smiles and shared laughter, ring through his head.
He steps away slowly as tears fill his eyes.
Just as he turns away he hears it.
Drip,drip,drip,drip.
Not knowing what to say he watches in amazement as the ice melts away.
First the numbness disappears from her legs and slowly creeps up the rest of her body.
Until at last she’s just a wet mess.
She tests out her shaky legs and looks at him.
He does not waste a moment and sweeps her up in his enveloping way.
She weeps into his shoulder “I should have listened, followed my heart to you”.
He whispered softly “All that matters is that you found your way back”.
In that moment, their love pronounced right and true, they promise to never part.
Her heart, which once was frozen, was thawed by her love for him.
He carries her away to freedom as the sun fades below the horizon.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2012

Music of Love

Music of Love

Surfing the waves of a captured heart.
Beat, beat, hear it thrum like a drum.
It weaves and dodges strange tunes.
It waits for a whistle.
A journey to you.
Feel excitement,
pain and joy.
Love of,
music.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

My One Shot Wednesday poem. I’ve got music on the brain as I wrote this Nonet. Please visit the other talented poets at http://www.onestoppoetry.com starting at 5pm EST time.

Wild Rose

Wild Rose

Thorns,
first prick,
nipping me.
As my finger,
trails along roughness.
Emerald toughness hides,
sweet sap coursing through the stem.
A single solitary bloom,
awakens a stirring emotion.
Memories sweep accross my timeless mind.
Candy apple red petals carefully,
draped along a glossy wooden floor.
Anniversary, shared delight.
Stealing kisses through the night.
Memories lost in sight.
As like a petal,
you fade away,
Slowly and
gently,
forever.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

This is a double Etheree. It goes as follows: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1
Syllables. Give it a try! It is great fun. This is my entry for One Shot Wednesday. Please visit the other wonderful poets at http://www.onestoppoetry.com

Pieces of You, Pieces of Me

Pieces of You, Pieces of Me

Falling down around us, colors vastly different.
Similar, unusual cardboard representations scattered about.
One is the color of treated grass, a football in the center.
Another is of a magnificent creature, hooves eating up dirt as it passes by.
A jester, comic of the time, in its decorative outfit masks a piece.
Notes drifting in space their musicality captured in a moment of time.
A lion roars out at me, its fierceness is deafening, loyalty coined by a cat.
Love drips into a puddle, newly forming into a single Red Rose bud.
Lovers embrace, caring souls reaching out and comforting those beyond the portrait.
A timeline races past, marking memories and future happiness.
Mammoth sized trees, ancients of age, urge for growth from the hovering small bush that is us.
A strand of lightning in a darkened sky beckons excitement of rain, and new beginnings.
Frantic leaves swirl round and round, captured in the palm of a hand, nestled safely away from the wind.
Forgiveness embodied by entwined figures dancing their dance of love.
A crumb decorates a lonely plate, a single dollar bill folded into fours, tucked unknowing to an onlooker, in a pocket.
A single sapling highlighted by a ray of light, a significant sign of hope.
Love struck, glittering eyes glance furtively to each other, a promise of forever hidden like a jewel inside.
Each piece unique yet quintessential to the picture, each piece spread haphazardly along the table.
Playing a waiting game with us, reaching out to you, reaching out to me.
The fateful trail leading us to an adventure of a lifetime.
Each piece of discovery is bringing us closer to the truth.
The truth, we belong together.
The day we meet, the pieces fall into place, two different souls connected.
Like that of our individual puzzle pieces.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2011

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This poem is my submission to One Shot
Wednesday.

A Forgotten Love

A Forgotten Love

He wraps his arms around me, holding me safe.
The world escapes in a blur, and it’s just him and me.
History shared between us, holds fast to secrets alluring in nature.
Bonded by fate, falling slowly, mercilessly into love.
Chills shiver down my back, a product of excitement, fear and longing.
He whispers gently to me, his melodic voice full of promise, full of hope.
Of commitment in sickness and health, a long life together.
Of a family with children, our own fairy tale ending.
He turns toward me and lays his head carefully against mine.
The swirl of our scents mixed together like that of paint.
We take each other in and look into the depths of our souls.
He is a perfect match, this shadow of a man.
The sun rises and blinds my lidded eyes.
I awaken, did I dream last night?
All I can recall was that of a silhouette man.
A forgotten love.

Copyright Corbie Sinclair 2010

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