martin-trahbeg
American
My favorite type of poetry to write, rhymes or almost sings a song in my head. I have always had them floating around in my head, but never put them to paper until my son told me of this site. It's healing to my soul and relaxing to be creative and get it out. Lately they're inspired by love in my life. I guess I'm a hopeless romantic at heart.
LIPS MEET, SO SIMPLE, SO POIGNANT
SMALL EFFORT FOR HUGE REWARD
GIVEN FREELY AND WITH FEELING
LEAVES EMOTIONS DIZZY, REELING
A MESSAGE SENT
A LOVERS SIGNATURE
A TENDER MOMENT
A BOND FOR THE FUTURE
A STEPPING STONE, LAID WITH CARE
MAKES A PATH, A STAIR WORTH THE CLIMB
A TRAIL FOR A PAIR
GETS CLEARER IN TIME
IT’S INTENT LEAVES NO CONFUSION,
IT’S PURPOSE CLEAR, CREATING LOVES FUSION
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
She’s the product of some artist, full of joy right from birth,
The loveliest of all smiling creatures, put here on earth.
A stunning angel came to love me, the canvas on my heart she fills,
I gaze at her works with amazement, and it gives me chills.
My mind has a full gallery of her, the palette vibrant and bold.
I’m the one chosen to record her spirit, given a treasure to hold.
Masterpieces of life and love, I’m filled with awe and ardor
I collect her works; a private collection, not for sale or barter.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 1:16 PM UTC
Will you rest your head on me as you wake?
Will you hold my hand and walk?
Will you whisper in my ear and giggle?
I breathe a sigh when I’m near you.
Could I hold you and speak with my eyes?
Could I wrap you in my arms and know you are mine?
Could I kiss the nape of your neck and thrill you?
I breathe a sigh when I’m near you.
Never will deny a touch or word with you
Never wanting time to pass without you
Never wanting for another’s smile but yours
I breathe a sigh when I’m near you.
I know your love is mine to have and hold
I hear you sing the song to my heart
I see the beauty of our lasting love, even in silence.
I breathe a sigh when I’m near you.
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 12:40 PM UTC
When she’s gone,
nothing else matters
she’s gone.
left me shattered
my heart is so battered
she’s gone.
My life is so empty
Since the day that she left me
My heart is so heavy
She’s gone.
Why did it happen?
Our love was so great
Now it’s too late
She’s gone.
My memories are happy
I know that sounds sappy
She’s gone.
She loves me I know it
Her actions they show it
She’s gone.
Too hard to hold onto
She knows that I want to
She’s gone.
My heart is on fire
It’s not a funeral pyre
She’s gone
It loves her relentless,
How could I prevent this?
She’s gone.
It’s me she still loves
She makes me see doves
But still..
She’s gone.
One day; maybe 10 years
She’ll come back and erase years
I might be wrong,
But in my heart,
She’s like a song…
And I hope
It's not too long.
Apr 22, 2011
Apr 22, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
Passion is luscious, wet and warm,
Admiring the curves of each others form.
Starts all hurried, urgent the fervor,
Grows to epic proportions and even further.
The rhythm is steady, like a metronome’s beat,
We marvel at the feeling, makes us complete.
It’s a flower, song, or meal to sustain us through life.
It tempers our tribulations; everyday strife.
Passion, for love, is sometimes mistaken,
When we find that it’s not, feeling forsaken.
A passion for life is just as rewarding,
Each step of the way our mind is recording.
Memories hold our life’s short passage,
Some go through them, teetering on cliff’s edge.
Some go out with a flash, some a flicker,
With passion for life, it seems to come quicker.
Thank heaven for passion; it’s truly a blessing,
Without it mankind would perish, about that; I’m not guessing.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 10:24 AM UTC
I hear the dull roar,
It’s a growing sound,
Keep moving forward,
don’t ever lose ground.
The cyclone is coming,
No escaping by running.
As they say, "move it or lose it",
Or your life will be forfeit.
Make a strong shelter
From the helter skelter.
Get your life in order,
Don’t run for the border.
Stand and be counted
All obstacles surmounted
Twister leaves you with devastation,
From life’s rubble; new creation.
Like a tree in the tempest
Stand up and pass life’s test
When calm is around, and beautiful the view,
You’ve finally found the new, stronger you.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 5:31 AM UTC
The bliss can be fleeting
Two hearts together beating
Love meant to last forever
Don’t touch me…ever
Feelings are hurt,
Just a bump in the road
Words said in jest
Felt like a punch in the chest
Misunderstood, but intentions were right
Whispered words plead your case…late at night.
Tangled lovers unite.
Just a bump in the road.
Old love can be best
Been put to the test
Even old partners can make a mistake
We forget, and others feelings we forsake.
Harder to smooth when deep rooted pain
Just a bump in the road.
Communication is key
Don’t just let it be
We work through tough dealings
Then back are fond feelings.
True love strikes again
Just a bump in the road
Life’s highway is long,
Subject of many a song
How do we get to the end?
With a love, and a friend.
We pave it all smooth.
Was there a bump in the road?
Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 4:51 PM UTC
We frolic in the summer sun, but now it’s all undone
The long days, seemed they were unending.
Green trees no longer, surely the weather is sending,
The heat is retreating to southern reaches, where elders seek their fun.
The smoldering sun, which burns the most tender of skins
It’s hold on the valley once so strong is slowly fleeting.
Birds feel the call to fly away, and the message they are heeding.
The cold brings color to life, as the change of season begins.
A different fire spreads over the land, and it’s beauty draws crowds
The time of perfection of beauty is always far too short
Painters, and artists of every kind, hurry to show their report
Soon comes frost, and firebrands lose their perch under winter’s threatening clouds.
Pumpkins and cider, plowed fields and a country fair
Tourists taking advantage of weather so pleasant
Soon dinner will be turkey and yams, or maybe even a pheasant
And to Grandma’s we’ll go, bundled against the ever-cold air.
Yes summer goes, and seasons change, but never a dull moment.
Every season has it’s beauty, and fall in New England’s beyond compare.
Spend a day, an hour, a moment, just to stop and at the colors stare
No sorrow for the passing, life’s rhythm beating toward the future, hell-bent.
Three months, of the cycle is all it lasts, but more beauty throughout the year is coming
Lights colored and sparkling, a blanket of white,
The quiet is serene and complete after a snow late in the night.
Then a crocus leads the way, and the sun returns, and the bees return to their humming.
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
I remember love, quiet and soft
A gentle touch, and a brush of the lips
Love so tender, my eyes tear to remember
The embrace so comforting, the world stops spinning
A kiss so soft, a chill rides my spine
Mine eyes barely open, seeing beauty laid bare.
Softly started, slowly gathering speed,
Bodies entwined to our building urgency.
Rhythmic drumming, hearts pounding,
Fire filled lungs, chests heaving and flushed
Passion, an erupting volcano
Emitting emotions of the love shared
Afterglow savored, our love, quiet and soft,
A gentle touch, and a brush of the lips.
Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
Left homeport to find a new life
Adrift, a stranded sailor without a sail,
What water is this, I travel alone?
I search the horizon, to no avail.
Searching the seas for a new port to call mine
A storm came up, tore my ship ragged
Left with low provisions, and a mighty thirst
My mind is frayed, all jumbled and jagged.
Davy Jones is barking my name, from his list
Breeze comes up, makeshift I use my shirt
Feeble attempt to make my way to safe harbor
Please Poseidon send my journey to solid dirt.
A promising future is my one request
A life with honor, a partner, a friend
A new day dawns with red in the morning
The warning is ominous, I refuse to bend.
I defy the fates and make it through
Red sunset tonight bodes a better day tomorrow
Persevere and push on, change on the horizon
The gull is welcome, I reach a calm bay, end of sorrow.
May 23, 2010
May 23, 2010 at 12:08 AM UTC