Poems

Punctuation Marks...  - Jerusha Patel When does a poem end?  It's an answer I can't find Every moment spent with you, paints colours my eyes can't define  How can I end Fingers Chasing You when there's more I want to write  It's the way you shake your legs,  anxious before your hero says goodbye  Is our Mismatched Rhythm incomplete cause I yet don't have the answers  But I love when I see you looking at me,  your starry eyes lying in disbelief  Is it fair to end Back with the Blues  Cause now you're all relaxed  I hope I make you feel a bit better everytime I hold your hand  How does this poem end?  I don't like full stops  Rules aren't meant for you,  let's write our own punctuation marks.....

The Things Love Does  - Jerusha Patel What does it mean  To have my heart race, my stomach scream Who’s that man,  He’s calmed my war, become my peace  The things love does,  no book can ever explain  His kind words, gentle kisses,  a man that’s not afraid to admit his mistakes He thinks about my comfort,  his eyes worried about my cramps  He rests his chin on my head,  just so I move closer to him and stand  He calls me when I’m afraid,  to take the evil eye off my glance  He takes care of me like a little baby,  cleans the nosey off my hands  The things love does,  he teaches me kindness Love is not my fear anymore,  He’s the best version I’ve been Our worlds revolve differently,  yet he holds my hand I’ve known love all my life,  but he’s the first one I want to understand

Dots on Pinterest  - Jerusha Patel “I’m gonna need more of you this year than ever”,  I told you before you spread your wings,  Why does love ignite a memory,  and leave a flame that stings  Pinterest said you’re an airplane  and a few dots away,  FaceTime said you woke up next to me,  and my frown turned to a smile once again There’s days I’m closer to you than ever,  we brush our teeth and skin care together,  But there’s nights when FaceTime is a blur,   And the dots on Pinterest turn into my tears  I miss you more than I ever planned,  If tears could build a bridge,  I’d connect all the dots,  Run to you, finally hold your hand  But for now, it’s us,  FaceTime, Pinterest and the ticking clock,  The screen is our canvas  I’ll wipe your tears, we can stay silent, we don’t have to talk….