*Down a peaceful, quiet lane
The two-story farmhouse awaits
Bathed in evening hues
Of rich lavenders, pinks,
And dusty apricot
The lilac scented breezes blow
Whispering stories of summer
Let me dance in pastures
Of buttercups and wild daisies
Where horses graze contentedly
And Virginia bluebells sway
Where time becomes stuck
And lets me live this golden moment
Just once more*
~Marian~
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
To write food in the stomach
Of every hungry child.
To spell war as peace,
Metaphorize flowers into the barrel
Of every gun on Earth.
The poet has responsibilities
Beyond those of mothers,
Of kings and presidents.
I refuse to give up hope;
This could be a poem world.
Come on, write your worst piece
Of literature.
Even misprints may give other
Meanings to a word,
Write me a green sky, blue dirt,
Trees the colour of air.
Sometimes the best poets
Have the least to say,
So keep writing, write until your
Fingers fall asleep.
Write until you havent slept
For weeks in search of that word,
That one right word,
Then rest on a notebook pillow
And dream the world right.
Write the world right.
There is no such thing as
Wasted poetry.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
You're just another name to the list
Of the times Cupid's arrow missed
Maybe Robin Hood could do more
He steals from the rich, gives to the poor
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.
Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.
Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.
Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.
When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or don't you dare love her at all.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Oh, what a gift,
...Stopping time's flow.
Just to hold you forever,
...Without letting go.
...Racing and burning,
...Forever returning,
...I loved you each day sure as the Sun loves to fly.
...Rising to Day.
...Falling to Night.
...Forever returning,
...Till the day I should die.
Yes, a gift and a curse,
...Our lives but a verse,
...We dance through the stars, as around us they burst.
A bleeding heart,
A world apart,
By sunsets final glow.
Loves tender fruit,
Pure to the root,
Deep in my heart you sow.
Through misty mornings clouding sight,
Through frozen winter rain.
I know tis true...
it beats for you...
my heart and all its pain.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
You play on my mind like a looped vinyl disc,
Your words are my new favourite song,
To utter my thoughts, are too great a risk,
For you and for I, for ‘us’, I long,
How can I live leaving great all unsaid,
Dare I wear my heart on my sleeve?
Hands and legs entwined, entangled in bed,
The last I would want to aggrieve,
-
I confessed, you are the one, the exception,
Best friends, we are - forever more?
The one to which I pour my affection,
Don't bloom this wound, open and sore,
A soft whisper disregards all my plight,
'Your heart is pounding like the rain',
'Breath with me', soft, you console that night,
In that moment we were the same
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Love like the sun
Loves the earth
Ever since they met
They dance every day
The sun makes the earth
Look on the brighter side
The earth gives the sun
A reason to wake up
Love like the earth
Loves the sun
Because the earth isn’t distracted
By the stars and the moon
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
She had the kind of face
that could swallow
your hope
like a fly,
sinking in an olympic sized swimming
pool
You'd never have her,
she'd never want you
Her eyes
two blue lakes
you could submerge in,
drown in,
wishing to never sea them stream
Black painted arcs
curved,
framing,
They could make
Mona Lisa frown
green with envy
Beauty etched
so deep, so true
time itself
could never
erase
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC