Chicago, Illinois USA    1966 -   
I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel
Because I choose not too
Fell face down and bumped my head
On every feeling I numbed
From truth

© all poems are intellectual property of Neva Flores Smith
I have walked in the darkness of I can’t feel
Because I choose not too
Fell face down and bumped my head
On every feeling I numbed
From truth

© all poems are intellectual property of Neva Flores Smith
Neva Varga
Neva Varga
Apr 5      Apr 5

Who paints the world with sunshine
and whispers louder
that which matters,
with whirling streaks of hope?  
When I am spinning round
with speaking eyes
for unexpected hours.  
Feeling alone………..
as an unspeaking ghost.

I wait with a passion
and a fire inside.
Lit by a precious brilliance
with a smile of wonder
on my face.  
Until your light paints my hands
which ache……
my heart beats to claim
your ever saving grace.

Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Neva Varga
Neva Varga
Mar 28      Mar 28

Our hearts skip a beat
when fed with the delusion
that we have time in this world
to possess.  
Like a child
we think we own the burning flame
of the candle
standing with no attention
to arrest.  
We are content to be lured in every season
And still yet,
the skies of ourselves
never rests.

We keep our eyes closed,
looking for some other way
to find
everything there is.
Irrespective
of how the sun holds our hands.  
Still,  gently we leave in place
an ache
that prepares us
for the broken windows in our lives
to be like feathers  
with a present
of living free
without demands.

Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores-Smith - Changefulstorm

In the warmth of my emotions
written words are weighed
for someone new.  
They listen for something more
than this poet ever found
in that intricate box of you.

Nothing keeps me from smiling
at a single breath
of that which I love more.
When I feel those morning winds
brush across my words
of unknown shores.

I’m a moment
carrying a brilliant idea
with a voice soft as petals falling.
Listen to my poetry come alive inside
the empty space
of your heart’s calling.

Your eyes sing the words
I wrote for you
each time a tear rolls down your face.  
Your poet sifted the sands of time,
written words
have been erased.

Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
Neva Varga
Neva Varga
Jan 31      Jan 31

I once thought the sky was empty,
didn't notice my love for life deep inside myself.  
At the mercy of the sleep I found inside footsteps
of someone else.

I did not know if I should grace the ground
with all I believe my thoughts complete.
Or build walls around today
so as not to feel the loss of my defeat.

I saw forever in the past speaking to my soul
with a grip of the darkest hesitance.  
It broke my heart when I was born
like a man avoids his dying dance.

I once thought of your fingerprints as the deeper story
I carried with me at night.  
But I was simply masking all my feelings,
unknown, out of sight.

So, don’t try to read my mind
from your chariot full of problems, or be my puppet master.  
I can see you drowning in a storm of yesterday,
sinking ever faster.

Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
  Reposted by Neva Varga  ·  Dec 25, 2014
Luna
Luna
Dec 24, 2014      Dec 25, 2014

it's incredible
how i stopped wishing
that somehow
we'd get caught under a mistletoe

i actually don't know if this sounds more like a happy poem or a sad poem... i guess it is up to you
Neva Varga
Neva Varga
Nov 23, 2014      Nov 23, 2014

You in yourself,
treasure your secrets
inside a trance,
as your greatest work of art.
You lay them down  
as your reality
among the colorful leaves
then let them lie….
to your heart.

I simply wait
as your diamond
for you to turn the pages
of my body
while you sing.
I’m left dreaming of your smile
within a roaring tide
believing your time….
is everything.

Copyright @2014 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
  Reposted by Neva Varga  ·  Oct 25, 2014
Kur
Kur
Oct 18, 2014

used to think I couldn't go a day
without your smile
without telling you things
and hearing your voice back.
Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard
but the next was harder.
I knew with a sinking feeling
it wasn't going to be okay for a very long time.

because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event.
It doesn't just happen once.
It happens over and over again.
I lose you  every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug:
whenever that one song plays on the radio,
or when I discover your old t-shirt at the bottom of my laundry pile.
I lose you every time I think of kissing you,
holding you, or wanting you.
I go to bed at night and lose you,
when I wish I could tell you  about my day.
And in the morning,
when I wake and reach  for the empty space across the sheets,
I begin to lose you all over again.

I would like to share one of my favorite poems. This is written by Lang Leav, part of her newly released book, Lullabies.
 
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