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For patience is a virtue I have not mastered yet,
As yet again I continue to wait,
The mental torment of each tic toc of each second as I countdown,
Waiting eyes upon the wall as I watch the second hand fall,
...

In those solitary moments of silence my mind wanders back to another time,
A time when we were full of vision and drive and there was so much we wanted to do and that we felt so alive,
This was also a time when we were filled with passion and hope for the days ahead,
Here I sit contemplating what could have been instead,
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A capricious love one foot in one foot out, you tear up my mind,
A delicious love neither here nor there but when you let me it's so beautiful and oh so very fine,
A luscious love with depths so deep and so divine but never mine,
A labricious love you drive me wild you light that fire that I can't control then you walk away,
...

How do I undo that thing I didn't do,
You waited patiently for me to pursue you and you also waited patiently for my words so they would reassure you,
Unfortunately my silence was very loud and it was all you heard for I spoke not a word but my silence it did not speak what I truly felt,
My actions were supposed to say all I needed to say so I said very little because words at times can become obsolete,
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Those words are so beautiful but as beautiful as they are,
Are they as true,
Words I've heard before from you,
I cannot live and love just off words anymore,
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While it's a long time ago I want to sincerely apologize to you for breaking your heart,
For I know it was my words that saw us part,
For one sentence was all it took,
If I could have my time again…….,
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7.

You close your eyes and open the door to the chaos that is your mind,
A reminder of your life and stresses that has unfortunately become your daily grind,
Under the shade of a bloodwood tree you ponder the feeling of being free,
Slowly you start to unwind the ringing in your ears a sign of the frenetic life you've left behind,
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Old old love, no more new young love,
There ain't going to be no nursery no flowers nor no gifts to mark every anniversary,
Just me at the end of the day saying love throw a beer my way,
If you truly loved me you'd agree this is how we are going to be,
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If in the cold light of day you see no other way,
And that thing you cherish I do not possess then do what you think is right do what you feel is best,
Set me free and let our feelings be, For conflict is a tiresome beast it brings forth the worst in beings,
It seems it's only purpose is to injure maime and slight,
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Beyond the pain and misery upon each other we chose to inflict,
There flickered a light ever so small and so very slight ,
Hope disguised as a light that was so very frail, one slight bit of ill wind would put it out and see us fail,
By that glow ever so slowly we rebuilt our love in the shadows of all the doubt,
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Sometimes the ties we make come apart and times are they best be left undone,
Don't let the fretting for the better days blind you to the error of your ways,
Things happen for a reason though it may not seem like it today, for tomorrow is like another season, Like the clearing of a mist revealing the day, the passage of time unveils the mistakes that you made that hid in the shadows of the rose coloured glasses you wore,
When in desperation you cling to those things that are no more,
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12.

I could hear the tears in your voice every word running down your cheek
I could hear the pain when you did speak
But sadly we knew there was no other choice,
Of this moment I did dread of these moments where couples part it was never my intent to cause you pain but to love you instead,
...

In those solitary moments of silence my mind wanders back to another time,
A time when we were full of vision and drive and there was so much we wanted to do and that we felt so alive,
This was also a time when we were filled with passion and hope for the days ahead,
Here I sit contemplating what could have been instead,
...

Me I Glen Fiddich and dry on our way to oblivion,
A place only those who've known will recognise,
Honey of the gods nectare of the people, the road to truth and redemption,
Stripping away the boundarys knocking down the walls ignoring the rules laying the questions bare so Glen Fiddich will allow you to share and it will take you to where sobriety would not dare,
...

The end of a hot summers day,
You ease yourself into the old wooden rocking chair that's showing signs of decay,
An old bottle of scotch with a little ice and dry,
A cool sea breeze, a porch and an afternoon sky,
...

We laughed we cried we kissed
I was so happy things I thought couldn't get any better than this,

I was young and this was new for I fell deeply in love with you,
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The Best Poem Of Stanley Coffin

Impatience

For patience is a virtue I have not mastered yet,
As yet again I continue to wait,
The mental torment of each tic toc of each second as I countdown,
Waiting eyes upon the wall as I watch the second hand fall,
For the falling of that second hand becomes like a sword upon my neck,
These moments with the in betweens emotionally ever so slowly tearing me apart and turning me into a wreck,
Tic toc tic toc I fill the impatient gaps in time with hurried thoughts in my mind then I try to occupy the moments and the in betweens with things I have no interest in,
Fidgeting as I go my hurried actions in stark contrast to my perception of time going so slow,
This excruciatingly slow torment is quickly becoming my lament as I wait for the moment when it will end and I can stop this feeling of every second landing like a hammer blow,
Sitting there at ease with the world feels like it was a lifetime ago,
Casting my eyes upon the clock upon the wall yet again,
I realise that a mere few minutes have passed by from my first glance and that my frustrations are just feeding this dance,
From my eyes on the wall watching the clock to the pounding sound of each tic toc tic toc to the fidgeting of my hands and feet to the hurried thoughts setting up the drum beat,
I orchestrate my own dance of impatience and frustration as it all goes around and around and it will only end when that final second hand makes its last sound,
Then it ends till the next time that I wait impatiently again listening to the tic toc on the wall driving me slowly insane
And while I've tried before from this behavior to refrain
Patience is not a virtue that I've managed to have mastered just yet.

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