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Not Enough February 6, 2006

Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.
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I see you                                                                                                                                            

Every once in a while,                                                                                                                         

But not nearly enough                                                                                                                            

To make my                                                                                                                                     

Urges for a picture of your                                                                                                                

 Face in my mind subside.     

I talk to you                                                                                                                                          

Every one or two days                                                                                                                     

From a phone call or                                                                                                                             

Instant message every                                                                                                                       

Once in a while,                                                                                                                                  

But when I see                                                                                                                                    

Your screen name on                                                                                                                            

My buddy list,                                                                                                                                         

I just                                                                                                                                                     

Want to talk to you,                                                                                                                             

But can’t remembering                                                                                                                                                    

It might lead on to                                                                                                                             

How I really feel                                                                                                                             

About you.

Anytime I spend                                                                                                                                   

With you is some                                                                                                                                  

Of the best time of                                                                                                                              

My life (as long as                                                                                                                                   

I don’t look like a                                                                                                                            

Fool) but it is                                                                                                                                       

Just not enough.                                          

 

Every day I                                                                                                                                      

Need you more and more                                                                                                                    

But it doesn’t really matter                                                                                                                           

Because you’ll never                                                                                                                        

Read this poem.   

 

 

Perfection January 19, 2006

Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.
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If you were an animal,
You’d be a peacock,
Dazzling everyone
Around you with your
Intoxicating beauty.

If you were a horse,
You’d be a white stallion,
A perfect combination of
Intoxicating beauty and
Unbeatable brawn.

If you were a painting,
You’d be one by Michelangelo,
Because only one as
Talented as him could ever
Make a painting with such
Beauty and meaning
With a single brush and a
Variety of colors.

If you were a book,
You’d be one I couldn’t put down,
Whose pages filled with knowledge
Would intrigue me and make me
Want to search for eternity
Until I found your meaning
Hidden within each page.

If you were a word,
You’d be perfection,
Because with your
Flawless mind and body,
There is no word
That fits you better.

In My Arms January 19, 2006

Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.
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Hi, you said with your picture perfect smile
And your intoxicating brown eyes,
Your arms outstretched in my direction,
Waiting to grasp onto your best friend,
Finally back from the horrible war in Iraq
Which I had so luckily survived
Without a single scratch.

Sorry, I said (I had thought about you 24-7
In my camouflaged colored tent,
Piecing together anything I could remember about
Your charming face, like your exquisite
Black hair, Smoother than my
Baby brother’s bottom which was just
Thoroughly rubbed with Vaseline. 
I was afraid; afraid of letting you
Jump into my arms, and suddenly losing control
Of my feelings and emotions and holding you
So tight you would be desperately
Gasping for breath while I smiled
And closed my eyes, knowing you would always
Be there for me since I would never let you go;
I would never want to leave you) while turning
Around in shame listening to the faint sound
Of her tears hitting the ground beneath her.

 

Communication Through Poetry January 17, 2006

Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.
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We haven’t talked in
A couple of weeks,
With me leaving any room
You are in, ignoring all of the
Phone calls on my cell,
And you still don’t get any reason
Why I’m doing all of this,
Do you?

I made something for you, I said
Stopping you in an empty hallway at school,
Handing you a sheet of paper
From my back pocket, watching you read it
With sweat pouring down my face
Uncontrolably.

Oh, you replied lightly
S you tried to keep the overwhelming amount of
Disgust and suprise locked inside,
Not wanting to hurt my
Supposedly fragile feelings.

Ok, I said (Every day since two weeks ago
I’ve been staying up until two o’clock secretly
Under my covers with a flashlight
Brainstorming on my only ticket into your
Lovely but complex heart which has been
Tormenting me since the moment I met you and imagined you with me for eternity) as I slowly Got up and walked down the hallway with
Unnoticable tears running down my face.

I Wish December 15, 2005

Posted by Alex or Clifton (circle one) in Clifton, Clifton’s Love Poems, Clifton’s Poems.
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She’s gone;
Been blown away
Like a leaf in the breeze.
I wish I could hve told her
Before she left me
Forever.

I’m such an idiot.
I kept it all bottled up inside.
I should of let it out,
Should of let my emotions
flow out of my heart
like crystal clear water
going down a stream.

I wish I could bring her back.
I’d hold on to her
with all of my strength
So no matter what
I’d always be
with the one I love.

I wish.