the poem that you wrote

the poem that you wrote

last night I found
the poem that you wrote
sleeping on my pillow
between a lullaby and a dream
scribbled on yellowed music sheets
with ink from my unopened fantasies
your lyrics sang of passion
a garden of eternity and jasmines
rhymes of me and you watching
our lonely silhouettes
making love beneath the moon


470 thoughts on “the poem that you wrote

  1. How romantic is this, Drew. You melted my heart . Moon, jasmine, love and a poem written in the past. This piece is filled with beauty. But then you are a master, arenโ€™t you?
    Gorgeous. May the moon and your love be with you tonight.

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    1. So sorry you are going through a difficult period. Life is so challenging. It can really get us down.
      I hope things get better for you. I will always keep you in my thoughts and prayers.

      Thank you for your beautiful comment. I appreciate your kind words.


      1. That’s so kind of you. I gratefully take care of my grandma, she turns 90 on Saturday, she got an infection, the medicine they gave her she had a reaction to. It just pains me to see her in pain and confused. As I have to repeatedly remind her of what is going on.
        Your words are wonderful and encouraging! ๐Ÿ˜Š


        1. So sad to hear this about your grandmother. At the age they are gentle and fragile. I know it is not easy for
          you to care for her. There are so many challenges, but I have no doubt your heart overcomes each and every one
          of them. I wish her all the very best. I bet she is a treasure. Obviously, she means so much to you.
          Bless her. I wish her a speedy recovery from the infection and may the rest of her days be healthy and happy.

          Thank you for the compliment. It is greatly appreciated.


    1. Grateful for your kind words. It feels good to be back and writing again.
      It feels very good to be honest. Thanmk you for taking the time out to read
      and share your thoughts. I am truly flattered.


  2. If you were trying to add to my favourites list, you succeeded. There feels like such an element of fate and inevitability of these lovers… her dreams and her poem on your pillow, and, best of all
    โ€œscribbled on yellowed music sheetsโ€จwith ink from my unopened fantasiesโ€

    That.. knowing, the match… your ink, her words, the perfect harmony written in some blend of music and words. โ€œBetween a lullaby and a dream.โ€ Seriously.

    So many levels of right here Drew. I was already melting and then you added jasmine and the moon.


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    1. You are so sweet Rachel.
      I kind of had the feeling of an inevitability of these lovers. Him adoring her writing.
      Him longing to be with her.

      It’s funny, the poem didn’t start out that way. Originally, it ended very different.
      Somethine like “i tucked the poem in the crevices of my heart, to inspiore every beat.”
      But I tweaked it three or four dozen times over the last two or three two days.
      I appreciated this ending better.

      You are much too kind Rachel. YOu beautiful appreciation makes me blush with happiness.
      I am trying so hard to write differently. Sometimes I feel so predictable.
      So this poem and your reaction, made me so happy.

      Thank you so much. I am touched. xoxoxo

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      1. You know, I also love that ending โ€œi tucked the poem in the crevices of my heart, to inspiore every beat.โ€

        You have something very unique and very special in the way you write. I donโ€™t think having a theme means itโ€™s predictable. The only predictable thing for me about your writing is that I will love it.

        I do know what you mean though, I feel the same about my writing sometimes. Weโ€™re usually our own harshest critics.

        Have a wonderful day dear friend xoxox

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        1. We are our harshest critics. I know I am so so hard on myself. Yeah, i saved those lines to use in another poem one day.

          Your are so sweet. Believe me I have had complaints about all you write is about love.
          I usually reply, what else is there?

          Thank you so much. Have a wonderful evening. I hope you are feeling at home, though I am afraid that takes a while.

          Your other borken half. xoxo

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          1. Good reply… what else is there? What else is more important? Having said that, Iโ€™m sure youโ€™d do a great job no matter what you write about. Your poetry is beautiful.

            It is my morning, I am on my way to work. I have not shifted continents, just house, so itโ€™s not too major. Plus, itโ€™s Friday and the sun is shining, so Iโ€™m happy enough (just need another coffee).

            And, broken is beautiful, just saying ๐Ÿ˜‰.

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              1. Thatโ€™s ok!!! To be honest, it was kind of a nice idea, I was reveling in it . I have lived in the UK before so it was bringing back memories of that shift.

                Donโ€™t worry, I know what drug side effects are like and theyโ€™re awful. Youโ€™re doing amazing, look at the stunning poetry youโ€™ve produced.

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                    1. Yes, itโ€™s like another thing the illness steals, your normal, everyday conversations with people.

                      Btw, your poetry is as stunning as ever.
                      Your heart shines through as strong as ever in it โค๏ธ


                    2. Always here Drew. Besides, pretty sure I was going to help you tackle your nurse. Frankly, I donโ€™t like our chances. Pretty sure itโ€™s you and I whoโ€™ll end up as hairless as freshly shaven chihuahuas ๐Ÿ˜ณ

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    1. Very flattered by your beautiful words. Thrilled you liked that line. It was the only
      line in this poem I never tweaked, so I am very grateful you pointed it out.
      Thank you so much for your words and support. I feel blessed.

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  3. My Lonely Author

    Where do I start….? I’ll answer that…somewhere between a lullaby and a dream
    That line was unbelievable.
    How dare you write a gorgeous, sensual, dreamy, loved up , gently hawt and heart pounding poem, dripping with music and pillow talk and moonlight talk and expect me to behave? How????
    I’ll do my best. For you
    I adored the opening line; discovering her poem sleeping on his pillow..personification and a heart felt metaphor of pure love. As though …her poetry sleeps beside him between dreams, reality and music waiting to be spoken aloud. Or even, as though his dreams are made of her poetry. The yellowed paper made me think that this lyrical love is somehow…old yet timeless and eternal, written long ago yet still waiting to be awakened by him.
    I felt like there was a beautiful symbiosis of their poetry here too . She used the ink of his unopened fantasies to scribble her rhymes and lyrics …oh my gosh. unopened fantasies makes me think of a love on the brink of ..materialising…One cannot exist without the other. That’s what I understood from those beautifully woven lines there. And all in a garden of eternity. That’s an amazing turn of phrase. A garden constantly going through cycles of time in this eternity of theirs and then you gently dropped the magical flower Jasmine in there. That is one scent that can carry me away on so many memories, and just fyi, one of my perfumes smells just like Jasmine. I love it. The poem and the scent ๐Ÿ˜˜
    I adore that he speaks of her words as though they are a song, lyrical and passionate with rhymes of “you and me” …just heavenly honey.
    And then your finale. A pause between heartbeats to watch themselves..lonely yet not alone making love beneath their moon..I may just be a hopeless and helpless romantic but I know this can be read with longing but all that came to my mind and heart when I finished reading this (for like, the 10th time) was yes, longing but also a very gentle, sweet hope of a love that was made to have life breathed into it, a sensuality that is undeniable and a spark that was created in poetry and beautiful lyrical song and dreams and two lovers made for each other.

    I adored every single word and as you know,when you write about your “you”…I just can’t even! It’s one of my favourite things that you do. Poetry wise, I mean.

    I hope this makes sense. I left the paragraphs and logic at your doorstep

    We can collect them later.

    One last sigh!

    Always yours,

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    1. Fiery,

      What better place to start than between a lullaby and a dream?
      To be honest, I was kinda proud of that line. Another honest confession, that was the only line of this poem that was never tweaked. I liked it from the start.

      “As if her poetry sleeps between dreams.” Yes, that is the way I imagined this when I penned the opening line. The yellowed music sheets, I thought of as an old poem. One that maybe he had forgotten or had been misplaced. Sort of like a love that we have taken for granted or never materialized )like you said), but it was always there. And it was written with ink from his unopened fantasies. At the time the poem was written, they were unopened. Perhaps, no longer is the case.

      Love on the brink of materializing. I like that. Really loving your thoughts here.

      Loved your thoughts on the garden of jasmine and eternity.

      I said the poem was written on yellowed music sheets, because her words are a song, more like a ballad. Full of gentleness and love.
      I figured you would appreciate the rhymes. Smiling big time.

      A sweet hope of love…..that is so beautiful.
      I really do love writing about “you.” People appear to relate to it.

      Thank you for all of your beautiful words and sighs.
      I am grateful and humbled by your reaction to my little poem.
      Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

      Lonely Author

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  4. Gorgeously evocative and tender, with beautiful imagery and deep emotion. One that seems to have been birthed from experience. Stunning as always. You have such a great gift for romantic poetry, Drew! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐ŸŒท

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  5. This poem is succinct, and delivers a honey sweet moment before the wine passes the tongue.
    Your passion and desire are evident, in the most beautiful of ways. x


    1. Ian, theank you so much for sharing my little poem. I am flattered and grateful for your kind gesture of support. Thank you my friend for your support and friendship. It really means so much. Grateful.


  6. “sleeping on my pillow
    between a lullaby and a dream”

    Oh my! Drew, your mind must be such a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful place to be in. The images just meld into each other like reflections on a flowing river…


        1. โค๏ธ๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ๐ŸŒน


  7. “You wrote a poem that is lying on my pillow……”beautiful imagination๐ŸŒท’our lonely silhouettes making love beneath moon….”so much shining lines like much lovely poem,my dear friend!!


    1. Happy you enjoyed this little magination. Yes, the pillow was sleepng on my pilllow
      Flattered and humbled by your beautiful appreciation Aruna.
      Will this poem inspire you to write something beautiful? plz rply


              1. Hey dew!! Have you written my poem on “pillow..”.?how is that?i think -that is not so much nice as you wrote in your poem”the poem that you wrote.plz reply.


                    1. Fine but a little bit dizzy like you.oh April is coming.plz take your best all blessings are with you.may God bless you.๐Ÿ•‡๐Ÿ•‡๐Ÿ•‡๐Ÿ•‡๐Ÿ•‡


      1. My dear friend!!good morning.have a nice and wonderful day.take your best care,my dear!! I have written a poem”this is my pillow…..”tonight.plz read it and reply๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–xoxo


          1. Good morning to America by night time of India.fine ,my dear but facing some difficult situations.don’t worry for that ,my dear dew!! Because life if gives us some happy moments then ,she will give us some difficulties.we have to face both you agree?plz reply.


                  1. My dear friend!!how i say you that cyclone in my life ruined all things.last week,at monday-he had take 60-70 sleeping pills for trying to suicide in his offices room and say all that he was going to resting and shut the door of his cabin.when the time of office was about of closing.many others knocked his door.after many time when door was not opened then police was called by other his subordinate.they all took him at hospital.after two days he came in conscious.many dude were blaming me and my he is in home and i am caring him like a nurse but he can not sleep all night and day.he is victim of insomnia before our marriage.having negative thoughts for all thing,not lovely nature and rude speech and behaviour.i have bear all thing of him for adjusting the family.but now my children are hating him and forcing on me to left the home.i told them that firstly Let your papa be well after then i will send you both in a coaching centre at far distance situated in Jaipur.and me,oh so much burden of stress.when you have emailed that time i am not in hospital but my husband was admitted in children ask me that whatever papa has done,what massages is given by him to is meant-we should too take tha step to escape from life.oh my God.what should i do to save my love for him has become i feel so much alone in my much depression is given by him.why? I am unable to should i care my family like a happy family.i don’t i have left all complexities on destiny.

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                    1. Im am so sorry to hear of this tragedy Aruna.
                      It must be so hard for you to deal with everything going on in your life. You still have to deal with the feeling of your daughters too.
                      I am so sorry. I will pray for you. I hope everything comes out okay. No one should ever decide to take their life. It leave so many hurting people behind.

                      Please be well my friend,. You are too kind and precious to go through all of tis.


                    2. dear!! I am in tearing for ten days.only my daughters try to console me.they both are in tearing anger.oh left this topic.i am again in tears.i have to do as my daughters want.i can pray only to God.please,left this topic.i wanted to say i have done.but pray for all us.bless you ,my well.take your best care.

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  8. I wonder if the day will come when I’ll hate or even not like your poems. I doubt it. Just like this one, I love how you evoke emotions. Evident tenderness threaded with melancholic feels over them. โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’ž

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    1. Making me blush. You are too sweet. Your beautiful prasie warms my heart and makes my heart dance. Thank you for your kindness and support. You friendship means so much to me. Thank you for everything. I feel lucky to have met you.


      1. โค I can’t blush. I’m too dark for it ๐Ÿ˜ but the feeling is mutual. I feel just as lucky to met you Drew. ๐Ÿ˜Š Stay strong and wish you a great Sunday


    1. Thank you for stopping by to read and leave your nice comment.
      Much appreciated.

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  9. ieri sera ho trovato
    la poesia che hai scritto
    dormendo sul mio cuscino
    tra una ninna nanna e un sogno
    scarabocchiata su fogli di musica ingialliti
    con l’inchiostro delle mie fantasie non espresse
    i tuoi testi cantavano passione
    un giardino di eternitร  e gelsomini
    fare rima tra me e te che guardi
    le nostre sagome solitarie
    fare l’amore sotto la luna

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    1. Oh mio Dio, non ho idea di cosa dire. Sono lusingato e grato per il tuo gentile gesto di sostegno e amicizia. Far tradurre e condividere il mio lavoro รจ un’esperienza davvero straordinaria. Non avrei mai pensato di vederlo accadere. Non posso ringraziarti abbastanza. La tua gentilezza e generositร  lo rendono un momento che non dimenticherรฒ presto.

      Per favore, scusa il mio povero italiano. Ho usato Google Translate per comunicare questo messaggio. Mentre spero di visitare il tuo bellissimo paese nel prossimo futuro, l’unico italiano che conosco รจ il tuo cibo meraviglioso e le tue donne celesti. (Oh, gli uomini italiani sono cosรฌ fortunati).
      Ridere cosรฌ forte.

      Ti ringraziamo. La mia anima, il cuore dolorante e sarรฒ sempre grato per questo bellissimo dono che ci hai fatto.
      Per sempre in debito con te.
      Possa tu essere per sempre benedetto.

      I have no idea what to say. I am flattered and grateful for your kind gesture of support and friendship. Getting my work translated and shared is a truly extraordinary experience. I never thought I’d see it happen. I can’t thank you enough. Your kindness and generosity make it a moment that I will not soon forget.

      Please excuse my poor Italian. I used Google Translate to communicate this message. While I hope to visit your beautiful country in the near future, the only Italian I know is your wonderful food and your heavenly women. (Oh, Italian men are so lucky).
      Laugh so loud.

      We thank you. My soul, my aching heart and I will always be grateful for this beautiful gift you have given us.
      Forever indebted to you.
      May you be forever blessed.
      Thank you.

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