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Oct 2017 · 717
Her Sweet Dreams
With sweet memories of love
filling the night air,
her heart fills with bliss
in the love that’s shared.

In the silence of night
with her head upon your chest,
sleep beckons her body and mind
to a peaceful nights rest.

You see, never in her life
has she asked for anything new,
the only thing that comes close
is asking for a love pure and true.

Not just love of heart
but of body, soul and mind,
that honest love of truth
that is so hard to find.

So as her eyelids start to dance
and images start to form,
she gives into these beautiful dreams
that are now being born.

As sleep takes you into dreams
and you feel her head on your chest,
know that it’s your faithful love
that gives her peaceful rest.
~
Oct 2017 · 569
Sleepless Nights
I listen to music by Mozart,
I listen to music by Bach,
I’m carried away through the night,
with no thought of care for the clock.

Sonatas by Beethoven,
I hear waltzes by Strauss,
in fancy, I see myself in beautiful gown,
as I float serenely about the house.

A gentle number by the King,
love me tender, now on my mind,
lost in thoughts, dancing around,
I leave the passing night behind.*
~
Oct 2017 · 600
Floating Dreams
My dreams floating upon a cloud of mist
            in a red balloon, my heart has kissed
                 drifting among the tops of trees
                     dancing and swaying in a light breeze.

                            Hopes and dreams floating away
                     along with the pains of yesterday
            in a red balloon, my heart has kissed
my dreams floating upon a cloud of mist

Day turns to night, night turns to day
         new hopes and dreams float my way
                drifting among the tops of trees
                     dancing and swaying in a light breeze.

                     In a red balloon, my heart has kissed
                new dreams float upon a cloud of mist
        kissed by grace with a gentle breeze
my heart and soul feel peaceful ease.
~
Oct 2017 · 775
Colors of Love
The Sun a golden yellow
in a sky of cobalt blue,
blooming emerald leaves
under flowers of purple hue.

Dazzling bright colors
beautiful feathers of white,
soaring through the sky,
mystical doves in flight.

Flowers fresh and sweet
strawberries drizzled in cream,
beautiful visions of love
kissing every single dream.*
~
Oct 2017 · 416
A Better You
Do you feel gratitude
when you breathe each breath?
or do you feel life as a loss
just a slow-moving death?

Do you wake each morning
with just a simple breath of air?
Not taking time to think
your next moment, may not be there?

Take time in your life
to smell that fragrant flower,
to admire a thunderstorm
and it’s amazing power.

Look for the beauty of color
in a rainbow band,
give encouragement to another
even by just holding a hand.

Don’t just give a small smile
let it be seen through your eyes,
see the magic of the stars
feel the warmth of the sunrise.

Give to the world love
even when it’s hard to do,
by giving hope to another
You, become a better you.
~
She is a girl
full of dreams,
affectionate, adoring,
easy to please.
A full life ahead,
so it seems....

Living and laughing, dancing a dream,
loving life, to its means.
Sixteen and beautiful
full of passion and grace,
she hungered for the day
she could take her place.

Hopes and dreams
of a full life ahead,
she never saw it coming
she never had any dread.
Daytime turned to darkness
joy to grief,
laughter to tears
with no sign of relief.

Beaten and wounded
youth taken away,
she longed for the day
she could escape this place.
Day’s turned to weeks
weeks turned to years,
she kept smiling and living
but joy had been replaced with fear.

Protecting the ones she loved
from the outcome of her fate,
she pushed it deep down inside
and hide it at any rate.
Laughing and living a girl in her teens
living life to the fullest, happy future dreams,
then found a place, safely deep within
to hide from the torture of this cruel evil sin.

Living and laughing, dancing a dream,
loving life, to its means.
Sixteen and beautiful
full of passion and grace,
she hungered for the day
she could take her place……
~
All abuse damages the heart and soul, it puts out a light and the scars you forever hold.
Make a stand, report if you see or think a child is being abused, you could save a life!
Oct 2017 · 1.1k
Winds of Change
Burning eyes,
tears running down her face,
he tore her heart out again
as he put her in her place.

Pain racked her body
and hate-filled her mind,
but she couldn’t let it out
because it wasn’t the time.

Another day in this marriage,
another day with him,
she hated his whiskey breathe
as he climbed within.

Holding her down,
covering her face,
fighting for air, how the hell
did she get in this place?

Sitting in the bathtub
alone and afraid,
looking at all the marks
his ***** hands made.

Rage building, consuming within,
watching the blood swirl in the tub
and knowing her sweet baby girl,
was gone then…..
~
Not only is Domestic violence Abuse, it’s Abuse that can also harm a child in the womb. Domestic violence and abuse can happen to anyone, yet the problem is often overlooked, excused, or denied.
Oct 2017 · 537
Whispering Wind
Love whispers upon a breeze
as I feel your soul touch mine,
savoring every sweet word
like the taste of honeyed wine.

Let the moon and stars witness
loves pure and greatest design,
as two souls come together
and gracefully combine.

Take me into your arms
embrace me through the night,
love me until dew soaked flowers
sparkle in the morning light.
~
Oct 2017 · 2.4k
That First Kiss
Eyes meeting eyes
      as anticipation peaks
           hearts pounding fast
               even skipping beats.

A slow moving burn
      blissful fire on the rise
            gentleness in the moment
                 emotions intensify.

  Fingertips trace
passion flows free
souls lock together
  sparks you see.

                 Melding into one another
                         as lips meet
                   time and space stills
                repeat… repeat…repeat…

           A magical moment
            deliciously divine
                that first kiss
           dripping of honeyed
                                 sweet wine.
~
Oct 2017 · 301
You Never Knew
You were always the pen
that bled life, onto my empty pages,
you are every single page, that holds a memory,
you have always been the inspiration, to all my love phrases.

And you never knew…

It was always your fingertips
that I longed to feel, softly caress me,
always your image that has refused to be erased,
you have always been, every single page that holds a memory.

And you never knew…

It was you, whom I longed for,
you who I desired to caress my face,
always you, who bled life onto all my empty pages
and it was always only you, whom my memory refused to erase.

And you never knew… It’s always been you…
Oct 2017 · 525
Everlasting Moments
The warmth of water
standing face to face,
lovingly holding close
hearts begin to race.

Eyes meeting eyes
the world disappears,
a beautiful song
the only sound to hear.

Lost in each other
finger traced lips,
warmth of the water
a passionate kiss.

The touching of souls
nothing could compare,
the true beauty of love
everlasting moments to share.

The warmth of the water……*
~
Oct 2017 · 2.4k
What He Does
Hand in hand he leads me
down the hall to the bedroom,
     sweetness is found
  as love opens in full bloom.

    it’s in the way he touches
   the way he runs his fingers*
               through
                       my
                           red
                               hair

it’s in the way he makes me feel
    cherished, loved, adored
       making me feel as though

                              i’m
                     floating
                  on
                      air…..

I wish to be lost in that moment
                   forever
      a connection so strong
        an embrace so tight
      to just love him always
       everyday every night.

to take long walks
             along the countryside
    down an old dirt road
into the forest, we’ll hide……

then back home
              down that short hallway
to the room that he made
                 for that coming day…..

it’s all in what he does
   it’s in the way he touches

                  heart
                      body
  ­                      mind
                           soul….


          *I wish to freeze time
                 to be lost in that moment…..
Sep 2017 · 386
Watch, Listen, See
I may be naive from time to time
and thoughts of love may cloud my mind
  but never mistake me for being unwise
                      I watch
                           I listen
                               I see
   leading many of times my heart to bleed.
                     But still
                           I watch
                                I listen
                                    I see
              It’s what makes it possible
for my heart to give those little pieces of me
          giving to others what they need,
      letting their wings open, and fly free.

And then there are times I see what I hope not to
            filling my heart with such pain
          making tears flow uncontrollable
       like that unwanted down poor of rain.  
                      And still
                           I watch
                              I listen
                                 I see
   leading many of times my heart to bleed.
~
Sep 2017 · 567
in the feelings
Heart beating
         [just for you]

butterflies zooming

         light head feelings

                      mind twirling

                             a thousand

                                      different ways…

it’s in the knowing, the feelings
peace
     excitement
exhilaration, tranquilly, delight…magic…

                        take me into your world
                               into your land of dreams
                        hold me close and love me….
                               never let me leave.

mind twirling, heart pounding
ecstasy rides on the stars,
the moon shines its light
wind sending kisses
into dreams
      of near and far…..
~
Sep 2017 · 482
His Love and Comfort
When chaos and turmoil fill my day
I seek out your undying strength,
the tender touch of love you give
comfort’s my soul by lengths.

The beauty of this love given
something so pure and rare,
fills me with a renewed faith
no matter the burden I bear.

You, the love of my heart
hearing my heartfelt appeal,
brings rebirth and love into my soul
by true comfort my soul does feel.

I open my heart for your love to spread
as it travel’s to deep inside,
healing my heart and soul with love
where weariness and weakness reside.
~
Sep 2017 · 475
World of Dreams
As I drift off to sleep
its beauty I see,
swirls of light
surrounding me.

The guardian of dreams
guides each step,
as I enter the world
where dreams are kept.

A land of beauty
that has no end,
a place where we meet
and our dreams blend.

Opening my eyes
I’m touched by grace,
as I find you waiting
in this magical place.

This world of color
in starlight glow,
entwines our souls
as our dreams flow.

Beautiful heart wishes
that two hearts pursue,
from dreams to reality
forever to come true.

In the shine of moonlight
and starlight gleams,
we’ll meet in that place
of our forever loving dreams.
~
Sep 2017 · 468
Sometimes
I sometimes cry when I write
when the words hit my sight,
no matter, painful or of delight
sometimes I cry when I write.

When emotions hit the page
no matter, happy or of rage
feelings of dark or light
sometimes I cry when I write.

When I write about you
or the beauty of sparkling dew,
no matter, love or of strain
the tears fall just the same.

I sometimes cry when I write
no matter, dark or of light,
sometimes my heart takes control
I guess that’s just the beauty of my soul.

Sometimes I cry when I write…..
Sep 2017 · 665
Entwining
Touching my
heart making
it
whole
spilling your
ink
deep in my
soul
beautiful colors
sparkling hues
bonding connections
love so true
a web weaved
love and desire
tangling of threads
beauty and fire
always moving
twisting and turning
forever entwining
hearts touching
forever burning
touching my
heart making
it
whole
by spilling your
ink
deep in my
soul.
She comes to him
  while he dreams
     floating down
       upon
         moonlit
            beams
to lay upon him
kisses so sweet
for she loves him
so very deep.

              With her loving
               embracing light
                  she wraps
                around him
               holding tight
                    within
                  her eyes
            he sees her love
          as the stars witness
         from the skies above.

He reaches for her
to gently place
the sweetest kiss
upon her crying face
he caresses
her body
while touching
her soul
as together they become
of one whole.

          The love they create
            so deep and true
        from the dusk of night
        til mornings first dew
when all is done and all is said
            upon his chest
         she lays her head
     hearing his heart beat
            for her alone
     a greater love
                     she's never known.
Sep 2017 · 536
Yes, Beautiful It Is….
I stripped my soul
                  my heart
opened myself for you to see,
    to feel what’s inside of me.

I closed my eye’s
   as you caressed my soul
                                 my heart
letting you paint such beautiful art.

It’s deep
            it’s beautiful
                               it’s peaceful
                                                it’s love.


To have another understand and feel
your
     hopes, wants, needs, dreams
to want the same as you, need the same
and dream the same as you…
                      Beautiful, it is…
                      yes, beautiful!!!


I close my eyes, no need to speak a word,
No voice needed, my heart has been heard….
                
                      Beautiful, it is…
                      Yes, Beautiful!!!

~
Sep 2017 · 449
Mystical Calling
A mystic breeze
called out to me,
with shimmers of light
and mystery.

Deep in dreams
my soul took flight,
into the stars
through the blue of night.

Through colors of light
made of night and day,
to this peaceful place
I found my way.

Seeping with beauty
filled by grace,
my heart I found
in this mystical place.

With the call of heart
I flew into the night,
to my haven of rest
my true hearts delight.
~
Sep 2017 · 1.8k
She said, to the Moon
It was there, on that old log where she sat
under the trees cover, she talked to the moon
where she told him, I cause my own pain
as the wind quietly hummed her favorite tune.

She said,

The scars I bare are not just from the hands of others
not all are caused by the hurtful thundering rain
some are caused because I love too deeply
on that old log, she told him, I cause my own pain.

She said,

I cause my own pain, because I feel too deeply
I’ve loved when I shouldn’t have, way too much
I’ve longed for, dreamed of, desired for
just one certain, from just one…. A touch…..

She said,

To the tearing moon, I cause my own pain…….


The moon said, to Her

It was there, on that old log where you sat
while the wind hummed, your favorite song
that I touched you, ever so gently with light
to lead you in the direction, where you belong.

He said to her…

I touched you ever so gently with my light
to lead you to a heart, like you’ve never known
one, who like you has loved and felt deeply
who knows pain but also, the love you have shown.

He said to her…

Tis true you’ve longed for, dreamed of, desired for
but you’ve also given, and loved so very much
I’ve touched you, ever so gently with my light
so that you can feel, just one certain, from just one….

His touch….
Sep 2017 · 3.4k
Dream Sweet
as beauty kisses
      the dark of night
dreams of whispers
      take heavenly flight,
floating high, above sleepy beds
       leaving whispering dreams
           to fall
               upon
                   sleepy heads….  
so dream
              a dream,
                     of your love so true
                      while stars twinkle
                         silver and blue….
as mr. moon
            watches from above
       the most beautiful dreams
of sweetest love…
Sep 2017 · 414
Release
Walking down a wooded path
tall flowing trees all around,
I came upon the river’s edge
and sat down on the ground.

Sitting at the edge of the river
I stare at its ongoing flow,
I start to give it all my pain
a release with each little throw.

My hardest pain is fear
that I’ve had from so long ago,
of never feeling good enough
that’s dulled my inner glow.

It eats at me like a cancer
each and every day,
the fear of never being good enough
and again being thrown away.

Years of disappointment and abuse
only being property, nothing to love,
but always trying to make things right
so everyone else could rise above.

I throw this fear out into the river
sit back and watch it pass slowly by,
I wrap my arms around myself
feel the release, let myself cry.

I throw out all the other pains
betrayal, heartache, loneliness and more,
I watch them drift gently way
these last tears will be left on this river shore.

Noticing as each and every pain
slowly floats down the river away,
I observe at a distance
as they fade into the suns sparkling rays.

Walking down a wooded path
tall flowing trees all around,
I came upon the river’s edge
and was surprised at what I found.*
~
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
This goes out to AnolikeAkau https://hellopoetry.com/anolikeakau/
Never give up, what you feel now will pass. Life holds so much beauty, so many amazing things and people, so much love. Just look at the love shouting out to you right here on HP. There are so many that have known the same pain and they are reaching out to you. Just take a hand, any hand. Throw your pain out into the river, let it be washed away.
Sep 2017 · 417
Seasons of Love
Like winds
               blowing from the north
or snowflakes
               sheltering the earth,
like the crystal clear skies above
[your heart]
sparks my life with love.

Like homing robins on the wing
or warm raindrops in the spring,
like arching rainbows up above
[your heart]
sparks my life with love.

Like soaring eagles overhead
or roses in a summer bed,
like golden sunshine from above
[your heart]
sparks my life with love.

Like ivy
           climbing on the wall
or the welcomed breeze of fall,
like the twinkling
            stars above
[your heart]
sparks my life with love.
~

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Sep 2017 · 489
Perhaps….
perhaps
in free verse, the words will mean more….

and with my love
       for you
i will always forever kneel,  
            for on my knees
the purity of truth will rise
              and
with honesty
             and
love
     nothing hidden
in darkness can remain.
    for it’s in the most sacred
           depths of my words,
in my soul
and in my love
is where
i have always found you,
the most precious
                       things
     i have to give,
is my heart, my trust.
      there lies
my reality, my truth
this is where my happiness lives.
      and with this
i will never
              go to sleep
without asking the angels
         to whisper
in your ear,
         that i love you
   with my whole heart.
with my love
            for you
i will always forever kneel
             for on my knees
the purity of truth  
                        will forever rise…
~*

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
i could not sleep until i wrote this....
Sep 2017 · 490
That’s Who I Am
I am a caring person
loving to the core,
serious and mysterious
sometimes hard to ignore.

That’s who I am….

I like the cool breeze of fall
loving whispers in the night,
strong arms around me
a midnight walk in moonlight.

That’s who I am…

I am a sensual woman
I love roses and lace,
the softest of a touch
caressing gently my face.

That’s who I am…

I’ve had a broken heart
have held dying hands,
I’ve been hurt beyond repair
but my heart loves, I stand.

That’s who I am…

I’m sometimes hard
stern and then mild,
I can be clueless
and at times a little wild.

That’s who I am…

My heart sometimes cries
teardrops in the night,
I sometimes get scared
when things don’t seem right.

That’s who I am…

Sometimes I am weak
at times very strong,
will fight for the ones I love
when they’ve been wronged.

That’s who I am…

I will love with my last breath
with love that’s pure and true,
and when let into my heart
I will forever love you.

Right or wrong, that’s who I am…*
~

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Sep 2017 · 769
Forever Home
Down the aisle she came
an image of bliss,
dressed in purple and white
elegance, wrapped in a kiss.

The flow of her hair
the petals under her feet,
the roses and lavender
all simple and sweet.

Such a lovely vison
this lady in white,
and the man by her side,
enchanted by her light.

The music played lightly
as the vows were read,
all listened passionately
to every word being said.

The kiss so sensual
with a magical air,
showing all who witnessed
the love they share.

And then they danced
a dance all their own,
looking deep into the eyes
of their forever home.
~
Written for my son and daughter in-laws wedding
Sep 2017 · 734
The Cherokee Rose
Deep in the forest
where the wild fern grows,
in a secret little meadow
blooms the Cherokee Rose.

Planted many years ago
by many mothers fallen tears,
blessings are given
where the bloom appears.

A promise of white flowers
to give courage and strength,
to all who would see them
during their journeys length.

Over years the winds blew
carrying seeds everywhere,
planting these tiny blessings
in natures loving care.

Sheltered deep in the forest
grows the Cherokee Rose
blooming courage and strength
as it tenderly grows.
~*
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Oklahoma Cherokee Legend of the Cherokee Rose
This version of the Cherokee Rose legend comes from the Oklahoma Cherokees.
Retold by Barbara Shining Woman Warren

In the latter half of 1838, Cherokee People who had not voluntarily moved west earlier were forced to leave their homes in the East.

The trail to the West was long and treacherous and many were dying along the way. The People's hearts were heavy with sadness and their tears mingled with the dust of the trail.

The Elders knew that the survival of the children depended upon the strength of the women. One evening around the campfire, the Elders called upon Heaven Dweller, ga lv la di e hi. They told Him of the People's suffering and tears. They were afraid the children would not survive to rebuild the Cherokee Nation.

Gal v la di e hi spoke to them, "To let you know how much I care, I will give you a sign. In the morning, tell the women to look back along the trail. Where their tears have fallen, I will cause to grow a plant that will have seven leaves for the seven clans of the Cherokee. Amidst the plant will be a delicate white rose with five petals. In the center of the blossom will be a pile of gold to remind the Cherokee of the white man's greed for the gold found on the Cherokee homeland. This plant will be sturdy and strong with stickers on all the stems. It will defy anything which tries to destroy it."

The next morning the Elders told the women to look back down the trail. A plant was growing fast and covering the trail where they had walked. As the women watched, blossoms formed and slowly opened. They forgot their sadness. Like the plant the women began to feel strong and beautiful. As the plant protected its blossoms, they knew they would have the courage and determination to protect their children who would begin a new Nation in the West.


Southeastern Legend of the Cherokee Rose

The Cherokee Rose plant first grew in the Carolinas, the home of the Eastern
Cherokee Indians. This version of the legend is from the rose's first home.

Years ago, a Seminole warrior was attracted to the Cherokee tribe by the beauty of an
Indian maiden. After surmounting many difficulties, he won her as his bride.

As she left her childhood home for the fragrant orange bower of the Seminole Indians,
she plucked a trailing stem of the wild rose, the flower she had always known and loved, and hiding it in her *****, she carried it to the land of the Seminole, which we know as Florida. She placed the rose beside the orange tree at the door of her husband's lodge.

Today the beautiful white rose is trailing over the decaying walls and falling timbers of
the ancient lodge of the Seminoles. Wherever it grows, its fragrance is wafted on the
breeze as incense to the memory of the Cherokee Indian maid.
Sep 2017 · 338
Scents of Love
Sitting together hand in hand
under an old oak tree,
sweet spicy scents fill the air
wild roses, heliotrope and lilies.

The bright colors of foxglove
growing on the banks of a stream,
lovely is the glow of water
casted by sunlit beams.

A quiet whisper of love
so soft within my ear,
touches my heart tenderly
of love you speak so dear.

The lightest of a finger trace
a skim of knuckles over skin,
leaving a burning trail of desire
shivers my soul deep within.

Together hand in hand
under triumphant blooming trees,
scents of sweet and sweeps of color
wild roses, heliotrope and lilies…..
~*

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Sep 2017 · 395
She Waits
She walks among the trees
in the deep of night
as fireflies light a trail
and the moon shines his light.

She lets her heart wander
through the brush and pine
up and over the tree tops
always searching, looking for a sign.

It’s in the sounds of the night
a sweet melody she hears
one that holds her close
one that knows her fears.

There’s a caress to her cheek
a gift, upon a soft breeze
leaving her completely breathless
she drops down to her knees.

She walks among the trees
each and every night
waiting for his one touch
as the moon shines his light…
~*

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Sep 2017 · 651
Peaceful Moments
The forest floor soft and glowing
sun-rays shining through the trees,
light orbs sparkling through the shadows
like fairies dancing on the breeze.

Sitting beneath the pine trees
where the ferns grow thick and green,
some growing sharp and tall like swords
others like wide green screens.

There’s a little stream running through
bubbling over rocks worn round and smooth,
getting lost within the music of the sounds
relaxing my soul, it caresses and soothes.

Lost in these tranquil moments
such precious times spent,
remembering, hoping and dreaming
surrounded by sweet and spicy forest scents.
~

© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
Sep 2017 · 3.0k
Starting Point
Oh yes, where to start….
          
                 A Kiss behind the ear
             trailing across the jaw
                  a light sweep of lips across lips
                       a catch of breath…

                               moving down….

Fingers tracing every move….
    soft wet kisses to the neck
           ….are you feeling the groove?

                 Slowly lips move from neck to chest
                             as they lovingly adore
              fingers lightly travel down
                                           eager to explore…

      Wet trailing kisses to the navel
               fingers circling around chest
      bringing forth trembling lightheaded sensations
                    lips against skin, pressed…..

                              Moving ever so slow….

                                        finger traces
                                           circling tongue
                                              lips adoring
                                                 wet embraces
                                             intensity flowing
                                          curling toes
                                        twitching muscles
                                      heart pounding
                                        breathless
     ­                                     out of body
                                            a second of clarity
                                              Sweet Release….

                  
                                   Good morning baby, shall we go on……..
~
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
A little different for me, but it was fun :)
Sep 2017 · 647
Touching Inks
Touching hearts, easing minds
let ink and souls intertwine
with truth and love so divine
trust the muse to be your guide.

Whisper words upon silken skin
with softest ink flowing from pen
touching souls deep within
trust the muse to be your guide.

Pen your ink in loves design
let beauty fill the heart and mind
as the softest of inks gently combine
trust the muse to be your guide.

Under the stars twinkly shine
let ink and beauty intertwine
kissed by silver moonshine
trust the muse to be your guide.
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© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
My first attempt at a Kyrielle
Sep 2017 · 341
Account Got Deleted
Please bear with me as I try to follow everyone back again.
My account got deleted somehow but they got me back on right away.

Brianna Love

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