Yet another poem for February.

onebigvoice

Yet another poem in February

Where half way through February

Its still really, really cold,

Valentines day has been and gone

I didn’t get that golden Gong.

 

I didn’t pull out all the flags

Or pop a bottle of Champers

Instead I made a basket

To my only love. I guess I must be crackers

 

I put some red heart lights

That shone around the edge.

And put some scented candles

To put around the bed

 

I put some coconut bath oils

and some coconut shower gel

and some coconut shampoo

to put upon her head

 

I thought my luck is in

I’ve finally made it good

She looked at me with those sexy eyes

And said, is it time for bed?

 

She went upstairs, to use, what I had bought

I could hear the bath water splashing, and then that scented smell

It wasn’t until I went to bed, that the penny dropped.

I.ve got a nut allergy, now what going to be said.

 

I peeked around the corner,

and said in a sexy voice

Are you all right my love

Is it time for bed?

 

She looked at me and burst out laughing

She knew I didn’t think

And said come here my love

 It’s the thought, that counts, now give me a big CWTCH.

 

There were a few more lines

I could have put on here

But I’ll just say, I’m all right till next year.                                                                17/02/2023.

Globster

@onebigvoice So beautiful poem you have written. On a separate note I would appreciate if you help write a poem just like your one?
  

Alex_Alumni

It is indeed the thought that counts @onebigvoice   I enjoyed your poem, thanks for sharing it.

I think the ability to look past little mistakes and see the good intention behind them is a great thing to practice in a relationship, I do think it takes practice mind!

onebigvoice

When I write a poem
its not all about me
I need to sit down some where
and make a cup of tea
I try to think what bothering me
and try to put it on paper
just to see what I can see

I use this best at night
its to put down all my thought
my head seems to come alive
always when its time for bed.
its time to empty my head
I'm feeling tired right now
but my brain has other ideas
just bouncing round my head.

So now I've written, what is in my head.
its seems quite lonely in here
inside this empty head 
I think that I am ready
Yes I'm going to bed.


If anyone has trouble sleeping get your self a book or diary and every night write about your day, anything and every thing, and then write about things you never got round to finishing or what you need to do tomorrow.
  I find it helps, but now I find my self looking forward to the night and have to come up with another plan.
  A nice cup of tea I think is called for.  

durhamjaide2001

Love the poems