A Sad love poem by David Tombale: The Castle by the sea

This sad love poem is another in the series I wrote for a girl I had a crush. It never worked out but I will always have these poems to remember her by.
The castle by the sea

Heart that binds me tightly
to the image of your lips,
a love that wraps itself around
this thought that I am dreaming.
Dreaming with all the yearning
of a child for someone distant,
someone perhaps who questions
the sombre mood that has turned
my face to stone but it is gravity
that knows me, the gravity building
between these suns, we create
a darkness here in the absence of
us. Shepard keep a vigil over this
mournful poet while I stand atop
this stage and reveal that I’m
engaged, I am marrying the sight
of you and stranger when you turn
to look for me you’ll find me waiting
in a castle by the sea.

A love poem by David Tombale: The honey in the lion's mouth

This love poem is one of a series of poems I wrote from my younger days all the way to my adulthood that tell of my great weakness for extraodinary women. This how I have chosen to honour my crushes.
The honey in the lion's mouth

In seeing you I see myself reflected
in your eyes and my face looks somewhat
strange when I’m staring at you. It’s
a look I’ve seen in many faces bent to
pray, somehow you’ve become my prayer,
words I whispered into the dark, my heart
is needy, I, I cannot breath, I’m in need
of air and love and shelter and of these
three I will always dream of love, these
things I say, I say them only in this place
where no one’s listening so they will never
know I have pinned my hopes on a mirage
that shimmers in the desert, a mirage that
I think waits for me because no one will never
know her as I do, she is hardly perfect,
she is no one’s angel yet she is mine, the
rhythm in the rhyme, the answer in the dark
the honey in the lion’s mouth, this woman
whose name I speak out loud who will never
know me is the only woman I’ll ever need.

 

A passionate love poem by David Tombale: Within the distance

This love poem grew out of a crush I developed for a young singer I met once at a Christmas concert. I hope everyone will find something to relate to in its lines.
Within the distance
My thoughts tiptoe around my bedroom floor
trying carefully not to awaken me but still slipping
in and out dragging me from sleep. My thoughts
are restless and a little tipsy from drinking in the
sights, the liquor almost ghostly white as it swims
around the rim of a glass I emptied out tonight.

My thoughts it seems are thinking of you
distilling meaning from the melodies of your words
I heard you sing and it’s been keeping me awake
but I can’t stare at the turning of my clock, it runs
so slowly and keeps calling out to me that my hours
are escaping. It is you that has me here trying to
mediate my loneliness into some grand design
that you tear to pieces each time I catch a fatal
glimpse of your amber eyes.

I am not sleeping and my mind has caught me
laughing at the shadow puppets I’m painting on the
walls, a scene as old as I am young that takes me
back to aging bones and dried out lakes, to shining
knights and dragons that ruled the skies, it’s almost
vivid like a reflection carried by my soul. It is you
who brings me here to where fantasy dances with
this reality and you live within the distance carved
out by my pen.