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the-lunchtime-poet
the-lunchtime-poet
Just an artist that loves his wife and writes to see her smile / / and BTW / / **ALL RIGHTS RESERVED**
Sweet sounds of waves softly lap On flecks of sun dipped copper sands With gentleness the water swirls In a kiss of frothy love on land Splash of oars on a cobalt sea While songs of sailors wane and fade Aboard the ships of destiny A cruise on an ocean's serenade The sea gull swoops, oh hear the cries Flap of wings fluttering the dock Ferries roll on routes of spice Midst the clap of waves on rocks Crests of water heave and ebb Touched by scales of coral scents Whispers born in the wind Sing of pirates, silk legends In murmurs 'twixt rippling waves Dreams float 'neath a setting sun Whisked like boats in a river's flow That sail across to meet oceans Love notes of romance in the waters Rhythm at feet, soaking wet Dancing waves stir the heart In a melody from the ocean's breath In cadence pleasant when tis dark On a night when moon and stars are laid When the sky shines with silver light The breeze plays music of mermaids Though now no storm, 'tis serene Soon the winds will ravage, rave On this quilt of aquamarine In a cacophony of thunderous rage But for now, 'tis the conch, the shell That sings those songs of the sea I close my eyes and drift away Swept by its magic and mysteries
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
The Songs of the Seas
waking up there by my side the woman I love my beautiful bride stepping out just before dawn a heavy dew has covered the lawn the sun rising in a beautiful display this has the makings of a wonderful day feeling blessed touched by the Lord throughout my life I'm the tip of His sword life was empty not feeling whole until He came and filled my soul sometimes sour sometimes sweet because of Him my life's complete
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
Tip of His Sword
*haunted by transparent tawny remnants from which i sprang i etch away earthly layers desperately trying to un-remember whilst retaining wisdom's splendor wrapped in your arms once again ©2016janetaylor
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
transparent remnants
To my dearest love now you're in heaven forever you will run joyful and carefree a young girl having fun always youthful not growing old never feeling pain so I've been told no more worry not another sleepless night you are with God and all of His might facing life without you by my side is a pain impossible to hide when I go to bed I pray every night that soon I will die and go into the light waiting for eternity my beautiful bride soon I'll be there forever by your side your beloved husband
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
A Letter to Heaven
Fearless dreaming has brought me here The warmth of spent flesh asleep in the tides of a fickle moon a cool breeze in a windowless room I pull back the sheet slowly and watch as tiny bumps form in the chill Peaches and cream perfection Dare I touch Dare I risk awakening The warmth reaches me before I reach the truth Hesitation and a slow exhale I have dreamed this dream before The dream where there is no time, no rules, no distance I have dreamed of joy and love I have dreamed this very dream and as I touch you... I cry In those moments lost in the union of love and passion right and wrong are a blur on the edges of souls bound in time Until... I touch you and for a moment you are my truth, my reality, my dream, my life Gone in the gasp of a waking sun Dare I risk losing you once more My heart breaks anew as the new day dawns But how do I yearn and not sate Yes, I touch I love so that I may live in that moment a lifetime The warmth of your skin greets mine as you turn to me in your slumber embracing all I could hope to be Your comfort with me melts doubt And I pray that the sun never shines I pray that this moment is my ever after That you and I are where we once were where we should always be I open my eyes at daybreak and still feel the warmth of you I bask before the tears come I love you more with each moment of perfect slumber I dream That you will keep me with you so I shall ne'er again wake to a world where you no longer reside
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
In the Heart of a Dream
The first time I saw you your beauty caught my eye standing there so proudly accented by the sky Your look and your style separated you from the rest in the garden of life you were simply the best I walked over to you and reached out with my hand the softness of your petals was really quite grand Grasping your stem my hands begin to bleed overcome by desire its your beauty that I need Thorns cutting my flesh deeply to the core hypnotized by your aroma I can only ask for more I want to take you home put you on a shelf I would sit and admire you and keep you to myself In a short time you begin to wither and die I can not save you no matter how I try Your petals fall silently landing on the floor I'm lost without my flower sad forever more
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Affair with my Rose
I can't write there is to much noise kids are playing with their toys dog is barking chasing the cat wife is asking do I look fat? phone is ringing someone at the door some kind of puddle on the floor a little quiet and some peace need a bit of literary release grab my book close the door sit in the corner on the floor pen to paper I start to write I don't care if it takes all night putting thoughts into written word gives me the freedom of a bird soaring high up in the sky words flowing I start to cry writing has been such a gift hope my words give you a lift
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
Free as a Bird
. A friend of mine just questioned what inspires me to write They know I'm writing poems every morning, noon and night I answered with a chuckle saying, *“I don’t have a clue In fact right at this moment I’m not sure what I will do I looked outside my window it’s the same as yesterday Traffic lights and restaurants and people on their way I listened to some music but I’ve heard that song before And I don’t really like it it’s a tough one to endure I took a walk through nature past the flowers and the trees But allergies are killing me all I could do was sneeze I typed some words in sequence to see if they would rhyme And ended up deleting them a total waste of time”* Then I saw their smile I thought, now there’s a thing I like when people smile and the happiness they bring There’s joy in that expression like spring will soon arrive It lifts another’s spirits and makes them feel alive Thoughts of sunny mornings begin to float around Maple leaves and meadowlarks and dew drops on the ground That very special person who lives inside your heart And just how much you love them even when you are apart I started feeling better as my face now wore a grin And when I looked up at the screen I saw one once again For now I knew the answer and I told them oh so true *“It seems today my inspiration came from seeing you”*
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Inspirational poetry
*you cannot unwalk the bridge you have crossed you cannot unknow the fresh taste of enlightenment once you have breathed it in there is no way back to an illusory net of safety take courage spread your wings and fly ©2016janetaylor
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
there is no way back
A poem you say               that's what you need?                       Indigo ink                       forced out                          I bleed                   I feel this need              on a Poet's paper chest                     I am writing                  It's spewing out               composing it now                  showing me how       pounding sound upon my eardrums                    in a constant,            reverberating hummmmm                     I cup my ears       in every moment that I breathe     my lungs are cloaked in darkness                             sheathed                    I am suffocating       As generations they are turned to dust                      consumed by guilt                               and fear                               and lust           in poetry my hearts been ******                into the darkness I return                            and wait       Shattered glass in empty hallways        Darkened Moon hangs in the sky                      streaked in ink                    it hangs upon us            tender questions asking why            looking at the flooded sky                        I am asking           Steering failure words we say          In your wisdom words we pray          Shine your light on us this day                         I surrender        As Human Blindness overflows          and leveyed waters at my toes       I want to swim in glistening wet                  and clean from life                        the sins and                               sweat          tamper sad and past regrets                         I am forgiven         as rain pours down so fast outside            I hear my people's voices cry                  and I am listening       There's so much more left here to say                 please hear my voice                         to all I pray          as raining tears come out to play                        I hear you                    Pain comes down                      lightning fears                    flashing thunder                      inside.... I peer      inside the torn, dogeared and forgotten                   burning pages of our minds         and ticking past the hands of time           as rain comes down in buckets                          I am drowning         Inside I think I'll find the truth       with wisdom of my years and youth             measuring all that I hear           in time I hope all things be clear                   are you listening too?      wisdom falls from those who departed                     my soul and spirit                      duly outsmarted                      chains released         in lands my soul it goes  uncharted                            I am free                        Found the vein                    that caused that pain                and severed it's ugly head                  releasing all its beauty                 and have laid it in a bed                          It haunts me                        I am dreaming                           So as you read                      just know I bleed                  a poets blood like you                   Our lives ...our hopes ..                     our broken truths                        I am learning                        Into yearning                honesty it pains my ears          released in me my greatest fears           in everything this sound is real               .....      I am found.           Something  that we all must do                      plunging knife                     this truth is true              Telluric veins cascading red          reflection of what mirrors said                           I see and I am blinded                                                      A poetic plight                          taken flight                              my truth                             your truth                             our truth                         the Same Truth                             and now                         I  understand                      I'd never dare                   to share or care            unless inside poetic minds         unbroken by the hands of time                       I am writing         This crimson river ever flowing        our knowledge  we are ever knowing                has breached the banks                    filled up this tank                             I am full        Pouring drifting seas and oceans      Crashing rocks and bottle broken                resting on a poet island                      I am breathing         I see my hand it waves saluting the arrival of  sun ...it has begun,     as pain becomes a river of our sins                      and sacrifices             victories and the costly prices             outside it rains again today          I am drenched in clean waters                    I am soaked in love        And thanking all this gift above                            Hearing my Poetic Plight       say thank you for this inner light                 awakened as my heart              on angels wings takes flight        Releasing all its Inner brightness on the heady winds of shadows darkness                       slow encroaching                    stabbed by daggers          evil, jealous angry poaching                           I am bare          What is taken from the pages         Gifts from those imparted sages         written with a hand enlightened                Penning ...trembling                       awake and                         frightened                       I am hoping                       I am whole                grateful to be home. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
"My Poetic Plight"
A poem you say               that's what you need?                       Indigo ink                       forced out                          I bleed                   I feel this need              on a Poet's paper chest                     I am writing                  It's spewing out               composing it now                  showing me how       pounding sound upon my eardrums                    in a constant,            reverberating hummmmm                     I cup my ears       in every moment that I breathe     my lungs are cloaked in darkness                             sheathed                    I am suffocating       As generations they are turned to dust                      consumed by guilt                               and fear                               and lust           in poetry my hearts been ******                into the darkness I return                            and wait       Shattered glass in empty hallways        Darkened Moon hangs in the sky                      streaked in ink                    it hangs upon us            tender questions asking why            looking at the flooded sky                        I am asking           Steering failure words we say          In your wisdom words we pray          Shine your light on us this day                         I surrender        As Human Blindness overflows          and leveyed waters at my toes       I want to swim in glistening wet                  and clean from life                        the sins and                               sweat          tamper sad and past regrets                         I am forgiven         as rain pours down so fast outside            I hear my people's voices cry                  and I am listening       There's so much more left here to say                 please hear my voice                         to all I pray          as raining tears come out to play                        I hear you                    Pain comes down                      lightning fears                    flashing thunder                      inside.... I peer      inside the torn, dogeared and forgotten                   burning pages of our minds         and ticking past the hands of time           as rain comes down in buckets                          I am drowning         Inside I think I'll find the truth       with wisdom of my years and youth             measuring all that I hear           in time I hope all things be clear                   are you listening too?      wisdom falls from those who departed                     my soul and spirit                      duly outsmarted                      chains released         in lands my soul it goes  uncharted                            I am free                        Found the vein                    that caused that pain                and severed it's ugly head                  releasing all its beauty                 and have laid it in a bed                          It haunts me                        I am dreaming                           So as you read                      just know I bleed                  a poets blood like you                   Our lives ...our hopes ..                     our broken truths                        I am learning                        Into yearning                honesty it pains my ears          released in me my greatest fears           in everything this sound is real               .....      I am found.           Something  that we all must do                      plunging knife                     this truth is true              Telluric veins cascading red          reflection of what mirrors said                           I see and I am blinded                                                      A poetic plight                          taken flight                              my truth                             your truth                             our truth                         the Same Truth                             and now                         I  understand                      I'd never dare                   to share or care            unless inside poetic minds         unbroken by the hands of time                       I am writing         This crimson river ever flowing        our knowledge  we are ever knowing                has breached the banks                    filled up this tank                             I am full        Pouring drifting seas and oceans      Crashing rocks and bottle broken                resting on a poet island                      I am breathing         I see my hand it waves saluting the arrival of  sun ...it has begun,     as pain becomes a river of our sins                      and sacrifices             victories and the costly prices             outside it rains again today          I am drenched in clean waters                    I am soaked in love        And thanking all this gift above                            Hearing my Poetic Plight       say thank you for this inner light                 awakened as my heart              on angels wings takes flight        Releasing all its Inner brightness on the heady winds of shadows darkness                       slow encroaching                    stabbed by daggers          evil, jealous angry poaching                           I am bare          What is taken from the pages         Gifts from those imparted sages         written with a hand enlightened                Penning ...trembling                       awake and                         frightened                       I am hoping                       I am whole                grateful to be home. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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