monica-rose
American
I have lived a short 23 years and my life is far from boring. Most of these poems I write during my classes, when my thoughts intrigue me more than the professor. It is what it is, so enjoy and comment. I love to hear what people think, especially if you have suggestions.
I'll think of you tonight
As I drift off to meet you in my dreams
In the rivers and streams
Of unconscious delight
And in the morning
Everything will feel alright
As I remember our adventures to places unseen
Because I'm waist deep in love
And nothing much can fix this tug
On my heartstrings
Until tomorrow when I
See you again
And hold your hand
Where everything is right
And nothing fully planned
Because with you it could be
Anytime or place on land or sea
As long as you're here with me
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Hello to you whom I've missed
A welcome sight you are
Like a dreamweaver
Amongst the midnight stars...
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
I cannot wait for spring
For the burgeoning,
Grass, flowers, trees
All each emerging
The secret tender growth of youth
A slow but bold display
Revealing to us beautiful truth
The white sweet lilies of May
I anticipate the morning dew
The crisp, brisk air
That carries on
And heats with sun
To become
June's evening fare
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
That spindly spider,
I watch as he weaves
A tale of luring dreams. Of captivating fantasies
Trapped within those thin silk threads
A story only the privileged see,
Glistening with dew,
Beneath the gibbon moon,
The dreamweaver,
He makes for you a tomb.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
In between the waking and the dreaming,
A landscape of fantasy,
In between the real and unbelieving,
A question of reality,
In between these lines, I dare to live,
In Sanity
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC
Your touch interrupts my thoughts
Words flee my tongue in knots
I forget & am undone
My focus lost on all else
As if my brain just melts
Have you noticed this power
You have over me?
Controlling my ability
Suspending my faculties?
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
You seem to have captured me
Infiltrated my dreams
And crossed into my seams
In your company
How well you mesh with me
Your hand fits mine
As if perfectly designed
You fill the spaces where I lack
The heat to my cold
The knick to my knack
The strength to my debility
The simple to my complexity
The caution tempering my impulse
The kindness to my insults
I've decided you're good for me
There's nowhere I'd rather be
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
Your presence muddles time,
Suspending its consequence
Hours stretch to days
Minutes melt away
Seemingly unconfined
But as we are apart
Another shift occurs
Time elapses
Slow as molasses
Ever to be endured
And I cannot wait
To be back again
Where never is there late
And time has lost its end.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Conscious loss of consciousness
Hazy stream of dreams
Brimming space of imagination
Behind the shutters
Of my windows to
The world.
Burrowed in the blankets
Between the sheets of a
Waking world
And insensible slumber
I melt into
Fantastical space
Lost to rules of
Reality or certainty
Miles traversed
Yet respite gained
Entire journeys
To spaces unnamed
Each instance
Of forgetfulness
A salve to the
Deep wounds
Of living
Cocoon of healing
Peaceful loss of time
Whole darkness
Drifting within the mind
Swaddled in warmth
The gentle sun
Signal of the day begun
Shakes the sleep
From within
And I return to
Learn and work and live again
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
Dryness pervades
On the arid wasteland
Cracks spider through the earth
Desiccant littered through the fissures
Wearied, I seek
Searching, I stumble
Through parched land,
Limitless
The horizon bleeds
As the day ends
Coldness permeates
Into my soul
No direction
This landscape
Void of paths
Here, my footprints
Circles, I wander
Days, I suffer…
Lost.
Lips split from drought
Yearning for balm
Open, asking
Yet not without doubt…
A
Clear
Singular
Dewdrop
Answers
Hope
A jewel from the sky
Promise of Mercy
A tear from God’s eye
I am but unworthy
Dizzy and haggard
I crawl to deliverance
Where once was a droplet
A stream burgeons forth
This water, a well within
Flowing to restore
Never shall I thirst again
Only You do I adore
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 5:44 PM UTC