Rate this poem:(0.00 / 0 votes)

Colloquial Us

Life without you was okay, it was fine. 
Life was lived, alone and not right.
Days turned to night, spent drowning.
In sorrow, beer and wine.

T’was chance that got us to this, a quick swipe, a pineapple gripe, who would’ve thought it could be what it is.
December late, no coffee, no date.
A boozy encounter paired with some cheeky fun banter.
Feelings were seeded, unknowingly needed.
Slowly loves fuse was ignited, no fear, pure excitement.

Rocky seas, hard roads and tough times we’ve both been dealt.
Together we will not be beat, our bond will bare no welt.

Now I’m with you, I have a purpose, I have a goal.
A mused life, now coupled to a soul. 
You help me grow, you make me whole. Only with you do I want to grow old.
Many hours, many days, I reflect on our ways.

My heart aches, with the thought of the pain that’s been made.
I am doing my best, to learn from each time, each time I’ve spent being blind.
Blind to your needs, blind to your thoughts, blind to my actions which have hindered our bind.

Love, can be so fickle, it’s power so intense, it can cause quite the pickle. 
My love for you is never ending, my limits, my boundaries, forever bending.
Alone, at home, we bicker we fight. But for you I’ll never not fight.

When I wake, like glue to paper my eyes are stuck on you.
As I lay and watch you snooze, its real, its true.
There is only one woman for me, it’s you, just you.
Breaths so soft, skin so smooth, your mind free from the daily groove.

It’s taken me a while, to finally sit back, take a moment, and smile.
I have a long way to go, not a kilometre, nor a mile.
Our journey together has just begun, it is scary, it is wild, there is push and there is shove, but in the end, it is fuelled by love.

About this poem

Something I wrote from me to her. First time writing anything of this length or calibre.

Font size:

Written on September 12, 2021

Submitted on December 09, 2021

1:50 min read

Discuss this Jack poem with the community:



    Find a translation for this poem in other languages:

    Select another language:

    • - Select -
    • 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
    • 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
    • Español (Spanish)
    • Esperanto (Esperanto)
    • 日本語 (Japanese)
    • Português (Portuguese)
    • Deutsch (German)
    • العربية (Arabic)
    • Français (French)
    • Русский (Russian)
    • ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
    • 한국어 (Korean)
    • עברית (Hebrew)
    • Gaeilge (Irish)
    • Українська (Ukrainian)
    • اردو (Urdu)
    • Magyar (Hungarian)
    • मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
    • Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Italiano (Italian)
    • தமிழ் (Tamil)
    • Türkçe (Turkish)
    • తెలుగు (Telugu)
    • ภาษาไทย (Thai)
    • Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
    • Čeština (Czech)
    • Polski (Polish)
    • Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
    • Românește (Romanian)
    • Nederlands (Dutch)
    • Ελληνικά (Greek)
    • Latinum (Latin)
    • Svenska (Swedish)
    • Dansk (Danish)
    • Suomi (Finnish)
    • فارسی (Persian)
    • ייִדיש (Yiddish)
    • հայերեն (Armenian)
    • Norsk (Norwegian)
    • English (English)


    Use the citation below to add this poem to your bibliography:


    "Colloquial Us" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2022. Web. 27 May 2022. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/115410/colloquial-us>.

    Become a member!

    Join our community of poets and poetry lovers to share your work and offer feedback and encouragement to writers all over the world!

    May 2022

    Poetry Contest

    Enter our monthly contest for the chance to win cash prizes and gain recognition for your talent.

    Browse Poetry.com


    Are you a poetry master?

    Which female American poet, who was little-known during her lifetime, but had nearly 1800 of her poems published posthumously, rarely titled her poems?
    • A. Sylvia Plath
    • B. Emily Dickinson
    • C. Sara Teasdale
    • D. Amy Lowell