Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose

Tag: lovers

  • Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    Poem: boy, what’s your name again? – 10/12/21

    I don’t want somebody like you
    I never wanted to be ruined and unfulfilled
    what I hope for
    what I wish for
    what I dream
    is the potential for repair
    to love, succeed, to be

    are you part of that picture?
    were you planning to be part of that fluidity?
    that blossoming flower and the stamen reaching forth for
    that other, pollinator, conjoiners?

    the truth is I never wanted anyone like you.
    I don’t know what I wanted.
    but what I needed,
    what I need,
    now that’s a different assertion.
    a competition?

    Perhaps, win my heart if competition you
    don’t dread,
    weave the dreamcatchers, dreamscapes fly in wisps
    and while away time, time, time,
    and we’ll sleep until noon, or, at least, we’ll pretend to…

    wet dreaming lashes and wanton desirous passions,
    last night I wondered where you were, on your way
    to teach so many life lessons to my heart
    when it’s on heat with fire and ice and dancing
    with disastrous notions which only have accents
    upon the truest of consultations –

    darling, oh darling, comment on my flow,
    accentuate the designation of self-knowledge
    which grows,
    display all the personal power and growth
    you have ascertained,
    for this, I find utterly alluring,
    boy, what’s that again, your name?
    Copyright © 2021 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved.
    (10/12/21)

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  • Poem: A Moon’s Search – 18/06/20

    Poem: A Moon’s Search – 18/06/20

    I stare at the moon,
she is full
and round
as you can see,
 
beautiful, chubby
smiling cheeks,
glowing luminescence,
she is so free.
 
She travels through
the night hoping
to gain her 
sought-after company,
 
Sun, Sun, Sun,
when will you come,
and make this moon feel
so complete?
She requests you hurry!
 
She searches high,
she searches low,
but his presence isn’t revealed,
not on show.
 
Where is this Romeo
to her hopeful smile,
will he return? –
surprise! –
in a little while?
 
After a night spent trudging,
though tirelessly travelling,
inspecting every inch
of the cosmos,
 
she searched arduously
but now
sadness and despair,
of her overwhelmed state,
none can deny.
 
(Have you ever seen a moon cry?
Nor had I,
but there’s always a
first for some things.)
 
But there is this
tiny window
of opportunity,
of allotted time,
during which Sun and Moon’s
paths will cross,
 
Ecstatic be they both!
Lovers reunite,
kisses upon healthy cheeks,
delicate mouths and lips,
and openly appreciative, 
fervent eyes.

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  • Poetry and Prose: Queen and King – 11/10/19

    Poetry and Prose: Queen and King – 11/10/19

    There was that special moment, when you first reached for and clasped my hand. Do you remember, darling, as we sat outside on my back porch, in those “King and Queen” deck chairs? You hesitantly, tentatively asked me if this was okay, I smiled and beamed inwardly to myself – of course it was fine! I wished that you could stay.

    Worried that others would return to find you here, an unknown, holding onto my hand, I calmed myself, told myself it would be alright, that we still had some precious time. And side by side we sat, smiling to ourselves, the silence comfortable, not awkward at all, with the overwhelming feeling that you might be the right one for me, after all.

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