We need to understand that there is love, and there is love, and there is LOVE.  They are all elements of love. This is about a love, a juvenile love, it was never LOVE. LOVE was reserved exclusively for the beautiful lady who gave me the greatest


THERE WERE FIREWORKS

There were fireworks -
Inside my stomach,
Sparkling, whizzing,
Spinning, and lurching.
There always were
when you were near.
The biggest and the brightest
Burst... lightening in the sky...
It's falling embers came
and burned my heart
The night I came home
To that empty flat.
So long ago now I can't
Remember if you left a note.
I think you did
But reading it would be
Impossible through such tears.
I often wonder where
You went, and where you are,
Only in the desire for
Your wellbeing.

© griffonner 2022





Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-10 at 00:06

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
For some there be bells and others
there be that certain twinkle but
Fireworks 💥 are sure to tell
Exclusive love the deepest well.
2022-10-24


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
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2022-10-24


Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
i liked it how you are able to put words to your desire-
The desire of your well being.

I loved it. Basically, still spinning.
2022-10-15


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Haven't we all been there, in our youth? And it does seem to sparkle and fizzle inside of us - that burning infatuation, a prelude to mature love; but we could not move on to that deeper love unless we'd first had that experience. As always Allen a poem that speaks directly to the heart.
2022-10-12


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
I've loved only one,
I've lusted after many.
Thanks for posting.
2022-10-11


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I have the good fortune to be living with a woman who lit such fireworks for me 45 years ago. There were others before her. It occurred to me recently that I never think of them, and I don't care what happened to them.
2022-10-10


Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
Here is the wild youthful craziness when we discover love, some people are blessed enough to live with that first love all their lives..but most of us get to feel that first burn, that first loss, and how could we ever forget? We are creatures made of tiny pieces of everyone we have ever touched, or been touched by.
There will always be a small part of us which holds a box oF memories, tied with a silken cord, always a part of us which wishes them well. And thinks, do they think of me...?

This poem really speaks to me. Thank you.
Marie xx
2022-10-10