Submissions by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Nothing to see here folks, no bells or whistles, I'm just your average Joe. Ignore the award on my profile. I got it for having a pulse.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
15th Sep 2019 2:35pm
The Touch
My hands are rough and calloused not soft, the same as my language. It is not given to me to speak soft words, which while sweet, are soon forgotten. Besides, “I love you” and “You’re beautiful” I should soon be lost and adrift in my sea of ignorance of pretty words.
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
So what has brought us to this?
Was it that moment you caught me looking too long before speaking or that almost imperceptible measuring look that found something more than just good and decent…leading to a different smile than I’d seen before as you gazed steadily into my eyes?
Why do we try to...
#love
#relationships
#dreams
#fate
#passion
691 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 2:56pm
14th Sep 2019 2:56pm
Sand and Foam
I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam.
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever"
Khalil Gibran
***
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised the world is a harder place than I imagined it should be.
Reality always had more substance than the stuff of dreams.
Clearly defined and unyielding as if bolts and bars were set between us…
and perhaps they are,
but in my dreams,
...
Betwixt the sand and the foam.
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
Forever"
Khalil Gibran
***
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised the world is a harder place than I imagined it should be.
Reality always had more substance than the stuff of dreams.
Clearly defined and unyielding as if bolts and bars were set between us…
and perhaps they are,
but in my dreams,
...
#love
#relationships
#dreams #IMissYou
#dreams #IMissYou
669 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Sep 2019 00:39am
14th Sep 2019 00:39am
An Old Easy Chair
What do you want to do tonight?"
"I don't know," she answered, "what do you want to do?"
***
Come
sit with me Love
and lay your head upon my shoulder
Your hair spilling into silk soft pools imbued with the scent of heaven
And read passages of a favorite old book long from view
of poetry
Or some verses that you've written
But are so seldom now sharing
*
Not often
For what we do often becomes common
And I should rather look back...
"I don't know," she answered, "what do you want to do?"
***
Come
sit with me Love
and lay your head upon my shoulder
Your hair spilling into silk soft pools imbued with the scent of heaven
And read passages of a favorite old book long from view
of poetry
Or some verses that you've written
But are so seldom now sharing
*
Not often
For what we do often becomes common
And I should rather look back...
#love
#relationships
#passion
659 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2019 3:30pm
12th Sep 2019 3:30pm
Smiles
I've thought of you today.
Too much goes on,
time flies too soon,
and yet,
you come unbiden and I stop and smile...
I write and I think,
if only moments were you and not just words on a page.
My words cannot capture you and the moments slip away.
And this hope is born daily of my dreams of the night.
Not always or often but still,
when you come,
dreams are a sweeter place.
There where wish and longing and hope intertwine
and in that timeless place within where dreams are real and real is false,
you...
Too much goes on,
time flies too soon,
and yet,
you come unbiden and I stop and smile...
I write and I think,
if only moments were you and not just words on a page.
My words cannot capture you and the moments slip away.
And this hope is born daily of my dreams of the night.
Not always or often but still,
when you come,
dreams are a sweeter place.
There where wish and longing and hope intertwine
and in that timeless place within where dreams are real and real is false,
you...
#happiness
#love
#hope #relationships
#hope #relationships
756 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Sep 2019 3:52am
12th Sep 2019 3:52am
The Feeling of Lost
I watched another sun come up
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
And another sun has set
As shadows lengthen into the night
But nights no darker than the day
And my life
Both good and bad
Lies wasted in the stain
The feeling of lost
Which cradles me now in emptiness
And for what?
For saying I wanted to be kissed as if this was our last breath
For wanting to be part of us
And not a me and you
For wanting warmth and not just a body
Lying beside me in the bed
*
...
#relationships
#breakup
#MovingOn #hurt
#MovingOn #hurt
658 reads
6 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Sep 2019 4:54pm
11th Sep 2019 4:54pm
String of pearls
And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space."
Kahlil Gibran
***
Why do stars fall
and comets have tails?
Why are there meteor showers?
How vast the array of the sidereal heavens
Set for times, and signs, and seasons.
How measure the sweep,
And the breadth of it all –
Who can answer the timeless questions…?
Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades,
or loose the bands of Orion?
Canst thou bring...
Kahlil Gibran
***
Why do stars fall
and comets have tails?
Why are there meteor showers?
How vast the array of the sidereal heavens
Set for times, and signs, and seasons.
How measure the sweep,
And the breadth of it all –
Who can answer the timeless questions…?
Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades,
or loose the bands of Orion?
Canst thou bring...
#love
#relationships
#romantic #passion
#romantic #passion
640 reads
2 Comments
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
10th Sep 2019 10:54pm
10th Sep 2019 10:54pm
Over a Cup of Joe
#love
#lust
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#passion
622 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Sep 2019 11:07pm
9th Sep 2019 11:07pm
Fools Like Me
Too much sanity may be madness and the maddest of all,
to see life as it is and not as it should be."
Cervantes
If asked to tell of love
I could tell nothing
For I am a fool
But without fools
Love would cease to exist
So be kind to fools like me
For we still believe in the magic of stars on moonlit nights
And the childish notion
That there is magic in true love’s first kiss
We believe beauty doesn’t fade
But deepens
As love grows older
We know its pride that quarrels
Not love
For love is the law of...
to see life as it is and not as it should be."
Cervantes
If asked to tell of love
I could tell nothing
For I am a fool
But without fools
Love would cease to exist
So be kind to fools like me
For we still believe in the magic of stars on moonlit nights
And the childish notion
That there is magic in true love’s first kiss
We believe beauty doesn’t fade
But deepens
As love grows older
We know its pride that quarrels
Not love
For love is the law of...
#love
#romantic
#passion
616 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Sep 2019 7:35pm
8th Sep 2019 7:35pm
Gypsy Soul
I wonder how you would taste,
your lips,
their softness in their yielding,
for surely they must yield before you surrender.
Whether in a moan or a kiss,
or a mingling of the two,
they would part,
and in that moment,
for me alone,
for you are mine.
And would your blue-green eyes change as you looked at me through the fiery prism of passion,
your self laid bare to mine.
For yours is a gypsy soul and I am a soul lost in your dance.
You lead and I follow as you follow my lead. ...
your lips,
their softness in their yielding,
for surely they must yield before you surrender.
Whether in a moan or a kiss,
or a mingling of the two,
they would part,
and in that moment,
for me alone,
for you are mine.
And would your blue-green eyes change as you looked at me through the fiery prism of passion,
your self laid bare to mine.
For yours is a gypsy soul and I am a soul lost in your dance.
You lead and I follow as you follow my lead. ...
#love
#passion
1160 reads
13 Comments
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