Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Whether it is poetry
or even prose,
the orchestra of words
differ musically
In sound
In space
And even in rhythm
But never in meaning
Never in sweetness
The music of words has a myriad of meanings. I fall in love with words over and over again.
My body is feeling rather weak but I'm gonna try and write some of the Masked Bard. Its not as bad as yesterday, thankfully.
Again, everyone, thank you very much for your out-pour of kindness.
Truly, I'm humbled and touched. I know I may sound like a broken record but I just want you guys to know how much it means to me.
It's really helping me feel better.
Hugs and love to you all! ^^
Lyn ***
Write your words in your head
Spell it out
Message in a bottle bobbing across rivers bed
Receiver retriever at the waters edge
Reflective shine on glaring neck
Taking note from hearts that sent
Whispering breezes of wordsmiths lament
If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
Problem


~
I am a cynic and
a romantic at heart.
My skin hardened by experience
My heart fearful of pain and trust.
Many have tried to peel away
my doubts and fears and
try to add colour to my
truth.

My truth is my reality.
And with that, no one can
hurt me.
So stop.
Please stop.

Don't look at me with
eyes fascinated, eyes with
pity, eyes of doubt.
My heart's afraid
and my mind's so
convicted.

You taste sweetness
from my sourness
and still...
you
think you can
heal me...?
~


This is an old poem I found in a very very old journal.
Wrote it back 2014-5, wow.
Looking at it now, I think I've gotten a little better,
but yet, this still hits so close to home.
Training the mind to be different is a lot harder than people would think.
Lyn ***


~
Tempted by the seductive whispers
of power, I took a big bite of the
forbidden fruit.
My eyes and ears open.
So now I understand the
glee and grief that comes
with knowledge.
~


Knowledge is power as well as a burden.
Lyn ***
I stand in line
Waiting for my coffee
Not a thought in my mind
And then one enters
The thought of how thoughtless I am
How vacuous my mind is

Why do I so rarely wonder
So rarely toy with things beyond me
Where are the thoughts of my youth
And am I the person I used to be?
The barista handed me my coffee
I didn't realize that I had already paid

I smiled and left the shop
Life is like a busy airport
           Friends come and go
Life has delays or cancellations
          You leave your baggage behind
                ALWAYS
Sit and wait for a fantasy destination
                
                     In the end
You will SOAR high in the sky
                Even if it wasn’t in the expected flight of passage...
Should I keep writing
Should I give up
Am I wasting my time
It’s just never enough
People read to much into my work
Some is real
Some is fiction
Some is just a play on words
I don’t think I’m great
I don’t think I’m grand
But hey, I love it and I do the best I can
Almost 1000 poems in a little over a year
I don’t want to pat myself on the back
But I want to cheer
Thank you to all
Who have followed me and liked my work
It is much appreciated
So I guess I’ll continue to write
Lost myself in your eyes, your smile, your soul
Your beauty was contagious, your love was filling
A force I couldn’t explain when I met you
Your touch left me wanting more

Fate played its role in making me yours
Since I've always craved you from a far
You felt lucky, I felt at peace
You became my muse, you became my king

You are my muse, I was absorbed in your love
Transfused your smile into my life
Exerted with great force, you were something from above
I've got to know why you've been kept from me all along

Fell in love with you like the night sky
Favored whatever got me closer to you,
Filled my late nights with your laugh
I couldn't sleep without you

Oh my muse, how much I love you

- Henessy J. Beltre
for my better half, I love you. (© Henessy J. Beltre 10.10.2018)
Next page