SweetHeart Collection — Matthew’s Place Poetry

By Graham Hartley

Thank the Gods-

Fallen hair
drives me insane
Silver lust
of Titan’s bane
No lightning crack
nor ocean’s cane
to knock me
from my longing brain.
You, my love,
are proof of the Pantheon
No one true God
of the golden dawn
Your essence
is a divine collaboration
to not worship your beauty
I would be an abomination
So I will simply
Thank the gods.

Bouquet

Simple colors gleam
a scheme
you deemed
perfect flowers
like you to seem,
how stunning that a bloom unseen,
would blossom into a pastel prism.

Traveler

Snow-glazed mountains rise,
Even the sleepy ocean is no prize.
The journey celebrates the traveler.

Ukulele

A chord according
to the will of love.
Ear struck with cupid’s volley,
like the pitter-patter of rainfall.
Heart strings strummed,
in tidal pattern.
riptide.

Little Love

Holding pinkies,
a wild flower bouquet,
Shorter words,
after the longer of days.
the little love blossoms,
like roses unfold.
to join our fossum,
to your soul I’m sold.

Glass

Shattered,
fractured lightning,
I see you through each shard.
Our lives laid bare
in its reflection.

Looped

Our time is looped,
endlessly encircled
each dawn a new dusk,
each night birthed
through daybreak.
I can’t wait for eternity

August

Grassy hill,
heavenly tree,
serenity pond,
stand by me.
Fireflies over daring field,
tiny stars dance
in and out
their lights congeal.
Stay with me
on this hill,
under this tree,
in August.

Cozy Fall

Amber leaves
on cushioned ground fall.
Autumn love,
by fire pits call.
your arms beckon
the hearth to me.

About the Author

Hello friends, my name is Graham Hartley and my pronouns are he/him/his. I am a student at Depauw University and some of my personal hobbies include playing the Handpan and writing poetry. I love competing in poetry slams and I cannot wait to share some of my pieces with all of you, I hope you enjoy it! Peace and Love.