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751 · Feb 2018
winter tides
beth fwoah dream Feb 2018
"where love is.... a jealous girl
of the wind."

i.

falling like a leaf
that sings to the sky
the cresting wave
draws down,
the honey sea
a miracle of dance.

ii.

deep vision of blue,
caves of grey iron,
the waters pool,
drifting with the
icy wind.  

iii.

sharp vowel of
frozen earth,
the songful
depths of winter
sink like the seas,
the dark notes
of the clouds an
accent above the
vaulting hills.

iv.

i sink like the seas
before your love,
my knees trembling,
my legs aroused,

i am a storm that
gathers the
horizons of your
sky, burnt into the
honeycombs of
the wind full of
winter
song.

v.

the sky must sigh,
the wind whisper
to the sea; “take
me home.”

vi.

i see you and my
body melts, your
love the breath of
the sea, the magical
tides of the clouds.
my poem monet in winter has been published in a weekly newsletter for avocet magazine. you can get a copy by emailing the editor charlie on cportolano@hotmail.com it is also possible to subscribe to their quarterly magazine
747 · Jun 2016
moon-ghosts and iron roads
beth fwoah dream Jun 2016
moon-ghosts and iron roads,

the night is full of white bones,
skulls in my jacket,

the horizon scurries to
free itself drawing in
its breath,

there is nothing earthly here
no love, no bird knotting the sky with its wings.
746 · May 2017
sea, oh, sea
beth fwoah dream May 2017
i.

sea, oh, sea,
sail that
billows,
blind breeze
of whispering
sea.

ii.

water of curls,
bright path
bird of more,
bright bird of
shore
spreading
out, wings like
cloth.

iii.

rhythm and
******, springing
vault, floods of
water scattering
like light on the
set of the sun.

iv.

sea-rose of poise,
**** of black
bubbles, sea
of storm and
might.

v.

oh, sea, river of
my blood,
drowning dark,
drumming
sound of waves
giddy, washing
the shore
as if the night
could never stay
or the clouds
could carry
the thirsty brine.
742 · Jul 2015
break me
beth fwoah dream Jul 2015
break me like a twig,
bend my branches
in the sunlight.
tell me that i dream
and that dreams are
the golds of a yellow rose
that dreams are the
softest rivers of my mind.
735 · Oct 2015
night melts her leaves....
beth fwoah dream Oct 2015
night melts her leaves
on the winds
carrying the cloudy
scurry of the sky
to the cindery lanes.
735 · Jun 2016
love poem
beth fwoah dream Jun 2016
i.

night pours water
from a jug,

the earth is softened by
the tears of the rain.

ii.

i dream, the dark
unravels its flowers,

ghosts whistle and hum.

iii.

we pocketed stars and honey
moons, unwrapped summer seas
our love more tender than dream,
our love the night’s caverns
of black inks, timeless and
filled with dark golds.  

iv.

you wrap your legs
around mine and we sink forever,
sink like the sway of a tide
emboldened with love.
733 · Jul 2016
waiting....
beth fwoah dream Jul 2016
i.

the night wanders
down a beautiful pathway
where a river sighs and
everything is filled with the quiet light of stars.

ii.

bird, fluid as a dream,
sky, river of air,
stream of colossal cloud.

iii.

ghosts winding through
dream clouds, tall castles,
ivy-covered walls.


iv.

jasmine sea,
torn landscape,
loves battered roses.

v.

still i wait for you
the sky is filled forever
with all my tears.
731 · Apr 2018
tide in winter
beth fwoah dream Apr 2018
the sea flows in,
rolls thunderous waves
against the shore until the
sands are buried in the
deepening water
and the grey rocks
can no longer be seen.

each wave is like
the row of an audience
in a theatre, whistling to
the shrieks of the wind.

it is winter and the
rushing tide
melts in the cold
below a steely mist
that the broad sky
wears like a mask,
gathering her skirts
of cloudy inks.

i hear the water fall
and i sense that i’m alone
with the crying tide,
watching as it speeds
to the shore, spraying
its foamy mist
in the air.

i am isolate, drowning
in the cloudy thunders
of the waves, hearing
the mighty barrels
hiss and whir, dreaming
of love.
happy easter everyone
727 · Jun 2019
boy of dream
beth fwoah dream Jun 2019
boy of dream,
the colours melt,

your lips finding mine,

beneath an ashy sky,
where the shadows lean,

your fire finds mine,
your kiss as beautiful
as a summer rose.
726 · Jun 2022
enchantment of the night
beth fwoah dream Jun 2022
the stream is a pretty
mirror, the sky, sweet
sister to the moon,
slumbers in her
arbour where roses
flower mightily, in
love with the night
and the cloud.
718 · Sep 2015
loving you...
beth fwoah dream Sep 2015
the skies ebb and flow,

the unquenchable harmonics
of a lonely violin,

tenderness and flowers,
impressionism and ghosts,
layers of clouds rushing....

the brocades of the day
wrapping its skirts to
ankles that stride
like the wind.    

jealousy like
smouldering fire,
always wanting you
most.
710 · Nov 2019
apparition
beth fwoah dream Nov 2019
these clouds like follies,
these moons like watery
ghosts, flooding, light
like a swollen stream, the
golden glow escapes, exhumed
like an egyptian mummy,
its laundry the white sheets
of the world, its apparition’s
the reticent clouds of the dark.
708 · Nov 2015
in the air....
beth fwoah dream Nov 2015
i.

in the air
the sweet flow
of a bird.

ii.

drawn, perfect blossom,
the wind that refuses to settle.  

iii.

november’s fine golds
melt like clouds.

iv.

i burn for your kiss
like a bird that stays
with a boat
my lips seek your lips
forever.
705 · Aug 2015
dreams...
beth fwoah dream Aug 2015
fragments of the moon,
watery night,
out of the darkness
a flower unfolds.
696 · Aug 2015
we descend
beth fwoah dream Aug 2015
we descend
untidy birds fallen
so low there is no song
of birds.
690 · Aug 2015
summery love
beth fwoah dream Aug 2015
lapping waves
the kiss of the water
the fire of the sun.
689 · Jun 2017
where night is....
beth fwoah dream Jun 2017
"where night is....love in the shadows or the freedom of the wind"

night, dark shadows swept
under the trees that scatter
whispering that they are
soaked in the ice-breath
of the sky,

the night has fled,
her dreams the fleeing
wind, questioning the
skies where the clouds
fade to nothing, kings
of the crumbling hills,

if i tell you i love you
you'll always love me
back because it is in my
seams, seamstress that
i am of island flowers
and strange ghosts,
flower of ink where
the darkness flows away
and the stars trace their

silver maps. i hold all my
love in a quiver and like
a god i'll slay you with
just one arrow if you
ever leave me like a dust,

link my arm as we walk
so boldly through the
dark shadows of the
night, where the wind
flees and the moon
steers her way through
our passions and trials,

we cry out to the wilderness
that breathes us,
and while i cry i kiss
your neck, your eyes
your lips.
689 · Jun 2019
you are star
beth fwoah dream Jun 2019
you are star, you are moon,
a blur of white in the rounded night,

tranquil as the narrow streets at nocturne,
where the tall streetlight breathes

its half-moon yellows, love flowers
behind frosty windows; behind

avenues of dark stone and gothic
eaves the dust of the moon

starts to settle, weaves a golden web.
687 · Jul 2015
where
beth fwoah dream Jul 2015
where the night
scatters into the
leafy forests
and hides behind
the thundering rocks.
where the night dreams
of blue tides and grey skies.
686 · Jun 2019
i am less than the cloud
beth fwoah dream Jun 2019
where the night carries her silence,
her greys the bridging dome of sky,
her stones their blossomed ridge-

the moon’s half-circle bends
amid cloud, steps in
staccato, where the
stars can’t be seen;

i am less than the cloud
and the sky,
hardly breathing,
moon-ghosts in my hair,
moon-opals in my belly.
beth fwoah dream Oct 2015
october sings to the grey hills
where the cloud fades and drifts
into the summits
like white turrets of a purple sea
captured in the moonlight,

the moon’s chandeliers glitter
with candles.

the house is better for an open fire
plumping silk cushions
on a ragged sofa,
(they are best worn out with love)

midnight wears an evening gown.

the rain sinks into the
white walls and the
beech hedge,
has its own pitter patter
like bare feet running
through a wood,

the sky's hair is high upon her head.
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681 · Aug 2015
dreams that soften...
beth fwoah dream Aug 2015
dreams that soften,
calming the mind
until it sighs like a ghost.
681 · Oct 2023
the bosch
beth fwoah dream Oct 2023
i’ve blown all my dosh
on a brand new Bosch!
my clothes will be super clean
with this amazing new machine
i’ve burnt all my dosh
singing swish, swash, swosh,
singing splish, splash, splosh,
a ladies got to wash!
i’m in love with my new Bosch!
681 · Aug 2015
breaking
beth fwoah dream Aug 2015
when you broke me the first time
i cried until the tears pooled
into the dark.

when you broke me the second time
i just broke you back for hurting
me so bad.

i break easily because i love
i break easily because i love you.
678 · Jul 2019
love poem
beth fwoah dream Jul 2019
i’m crazy in love,
your lips eternal greys,
your eyes lost birds
fluttering into dark skies,

we cry and crash, mould
our dreams into new worlds,
uncover lost cities and lonely
isles,

reinvent stars and moon,
lie close, dance into
the night,

our flowers, our gleaming eyes,
our ghosts, the drifting clouds.
674 · Oct 2023
the staircase
beth fwoah dream Oct 2023
the hidden staircase fascinated me,
the wooden steps, oak panels on the wall,
behind an unexpected door you couldn’t see,
a narrow entrance in the spacious hall.
who ever would have thought to find it here,
a masterpiece of silent secrecy,
whose trepidation full of pounding fear
climbed up those stairs in frightened urgency?
while candles drip hot wax from chandeliers
they gallop in the night, the carriage wheel
leaves furrows in the mud, whose trembling ears
await the sweeping toll-bells heavy peel?
and as the night drifts ever closer in,
who bolts the windows, deafens out the din?
beth fwoah dream May 2019
you carry the night, merge into me
like a song of the sea,

dark night of song,
budding like an early rose,

my heart strums its
favourite chords,
dreams of your love,

when i was dark and alone
you found me,
mending me, loving me.
652 · May 2019
hawthorn
beth fwoah dream May 2019
the hawthorn lays down its ghosts, thick
with dulling pink; the stream quivers,

its blue shadows sunken, gleaming,
at low ebb, breathing like a mirror

in the sun. beneath the trees it
is dream-like, cool, dark and

magical, the leaves little harbours
of breeze, voiceless, white as bone.
unfortunately i do not have enough spare hours in the day to respond to all the likes etc. if i do not respond it is because of difficulties fitting this all into my life it is not because i dislike you. i hope you understand. :))
651 · Jun 2017
love poem....
beth fwoah dream Jun 2017
"where night is... the burying cloud"

the sea glistens, dark waves
melt along the coast, crashing
onto the beach, dreaming
of summer love and
shimmering star.

i dream of you,
taste your lips
like cherry-steel,
consertina like
a paper lantern
played with
by the breeze,

my lips give way
to your lips,
love to your love,
everything is
shiny like a silver
bowl,

carry me like a
stream to the
waves of your love
and i'll melt there
forever, my love,
just for you.
649 · Nov 2024
haiku
beth fwoah dream Nov 2024
summer casts her spell
man cuts reeds for thatch
swallows under eaves.
new
644 · Nov 2019
love poem
beth fwoah dream Nov 2019
there is too much rain,
the last leaves
fall, the sky is a wilderness,
full of yellow and bronze.
the day is hung over,
drowns like a sinking tide.
i love you, forever,
tell you my love is yours,
that i love you forever,
forever, every part of me
still in love.
good news i am having three new poems published next summer in seventh quarry's magazine.
644 · Feb 2019
love poem
beth fwoah dream Feb 2019
there is uproar in the kitchen.
you would think some restaurant was over-
booked and a weary chef was fighting
to deliver ten covers at once.

all i said was “i can’t get to sleep.”
he has decided to save me.
my valiant knight on horseback
is in the kitchen making something.

i yawn and sit pretty on the sofa.
it is nice to be saved and spoilt.
i start to drift away to some
distant land trying to ignore the blender.

he arrives with a large cup.
he gives this to me and hovers.
i must taste this though
i know it will burn my lips.

i can’t leave him hovering forever
so i take a sip, burn my lips
and melt with the softness of the milk,
an intimate pleasure.

my cup of love, hot milk,
cinnamon, honey, all blended
to froth and he has grated
nutmeg on the top.

i smile up at my valiant knight
and he relaxes, all is well.
i have been saved
no more dragons to fell.
641 · Nov 2016
our love
beth fwoah dream Nov 2016
honey gold
sea, swift, the drifting
tide, thrown, water
breathes, love,
the sweet taste
of our passion
our love
all the jealousy
in the world.
love jealousy
640 · Jun 2019
fairies
beth fwoah dream Jun 2019
it was near the cricket field,
stitched into the ground -

amid clover and tufts of grass -
a little ring of white mushroom,

longing for the night sky,
for the journeying cloud,

sweetened by flower and dust,
where the little fairies danced,

balancing on the air -
weaving the moonlight like cloth -

with their drowsy feet
and wings of blue stalk.
637 · Sep 2015
loving you
beth fwoah dream Sep 2015
the yellow pools
of the sun, mists
on a summer day,
moods like clouds,
my heart lifted in golds.
636 · Jun 2017
love poem
beth fwoah dream Jun 2017
"where night is....sinking like
a sorrowful cloud or a bird of stone"

where the roses
sigh
and the honey
of your lips
melts me like
a furnace,

i burn
dreaming of roses
and skies fallen
in me like
ink pools,

i love the
angles of your
face,
the flow
of your hair,

melancholy
moods like
clouds
painted on
canvas,

love, my
bones dying
song, my
ribs like an
elephants
grave yard,
pressed to yours
drowned out
by emotions
like desolate clouds,

if i kiss you again
i'll fall down
liquid as the land
sky portrait
of blue,
against the sculptured
wall,
you know you
want me more,

as i glide, the
free girl,
how free you
make me feel
as i sink
in
the night.
just a short note to tell you my poem spring tide has been published recently in the spring addition of Equinox Zine which can be purchased at the website Issuu. only 50 copies available.
636 · Jul 2017
where day is....
beth fwoah dream Jul 2017
"where day is....an opening door'

black lined eyes,
purple-red lips
cheeks of rose
and broken petals,

summer sings of
green feverish leaves,
of a hot sun, of my
longings.

twisting lizard
scales not skin
iron-like, unhinged
and re-hinged, threadbare,

cardboard sun, smartly
stitched like a brown bear,
woken from a trembling
night of crimson stars,

torn up paper, song
of love, hot bird,
sparrow at an angle.
loving you
629 · Sep 2015
poetry flowing....
beth fwoah dream Sep 2015
poetry flowing
scattering its joy
and sorrows.

as dark eyes close
the harbour
waits for the moon
to unlock
its hidden silence.

wrapped beneath
september stars
a ghost that watches
where the water
drifts.
628 · Nov 2019
autumn
beth fwoah dream Nov 2019
the clouds drift
like silver rivers,
the rain trickles-
crushed petals of silk.
the little valleys of
sky ruffle like leaves.
the autumn is a
diamond sky-
crisp and cold.
620 · Aug 2022
queen of china announcement
beth fwoah dream Aug 2022
good news in what is now called the energy zone in heaven and was called previously the artichoke under a forgotten prison beneath artichoke in heaven they have recently found forgotten books lost to the world and to heaven for thousands of years. their titles were as follows :


ian of china

life is always to be lived (4 copies only handwritten)
i will always be the husband of beth (chinese 400 copies handwritten)
love will always be my heart (4 copies handwritten)
love will never ever leave our lives (3 copies handwritten)
love is so pretty we want to enjoy it (200 bc 3 copies handwritten)

michael of constantine

all of us together (2 copies handwritten)
life is always life (4 copies handwritten)
treasure is my world (1 copy handwritten)

jim of persia

i am the one you want to love (5 copies handwritten)
love is always what we need (4 copies handwritten)
always always be kind (12 copies handwritten)
love is like a love (7 copies handwritten)
people should be friends (4 copies)
please try to be quiet (4 copies handwritten)
always be attractive if you can (5 copies handwritten)
i want to love my wife and you need to accept that fact (3 copies handwritten.)

the finding of these books gives me more confidence that the poetry i have written this time will survive my death and be remembered and is good news for everyone who loves books. these topics may seem cliched today but when written they were cutting edge of the thinking at that time.
619 · Nov 2019
love poem
beth fwoah dream Nov 2019
we dream like
an autumn sky,
shining in the
waters of a
haunting moon.
i put my
hand in yours,
get that rush
of fever, eye
seeking eye,
lip seeking lip,
leg seeking leg.
617 · Aug 2015
where
beth fwoah dream Aug 2015
where the moon
is longing,
the tide is relentlessness
and love is
my jealousy of you.
617 · Jun 2019
love poem
beth fwoah dream Jun 2019
summer buries her
golds and yellows,
opens her soulful eyes;

the running clouds
whisper to the day,
write love notes on the
parchment sky,

you remember our love,
brush my lips with
a kiss of rose.
616 · Sep 2015
summer in love
beth fwoah dream Sep 2015
the sun an arc of
flowering orange,
kiss me
as i have never been kissed.
613 · Jul 2017
where night is...
beth fwoah dream Jul 2017
"where night is...romeo at a window"

i.

black rock, gold
leaf edging a page.

ii.

night drowses its
engines dark alleys
and empty cans.

iii.

the night sinks back
like a technicolor
cartoon, blue-green,
it rolls like a film, it
sings of old love
in its fiery steels.

iv.

today i am juliet
waiting for romeo
i wait forever for
one kiss while the
sky calls out
love to the dreaming
cloud.

v.

romeo, oh, romeo,
and the night's
ghostly petals
unwind their
sweetness in the
tree-lined lanes
of the moon.
612 · Oct 2024
[love poem]
beth fwoah dream Oct 2024
"where love is a wave that splashes on the sand"

when a heart
loves
the stars surrender
to the heavens,
the moon catches her breath
and the avenues
of silence become
voice. i follow the
path to my love,
i die for him,
i live for him,
like a spartan
in the heat of battle,
like a flower in the
mist.
611 · Nov 2016
clouds of dream
beth fwoah dream Nov 2016
clouds of dream
conjuring poetry
out of liquid skies
of black mind,
where the
wild rose
climbs
mists breathe
and the land
melts in shadows
of midnight blue.
606 · Dec 2018
funny at christmas
beth fwoah dream Dec 2018
i’m cold -
well stand in the corner
its 90 degrees!
best joke of christmas
beth fwoah dream Jun 2017
"where night is....a stream of stars or a star-lit oak"

i seem to move with
leaves, smooth as a prayer
mat with its oranges and
golds,
tangled like the rhythms
of a blues band
in the decadence of the heat,
and yet i fade, a stream
of stars, a rain drop shivering
to the floor,
the ghosts of the stars are
all of the night sky,
the blacks of the sky
hypnotic as the dark
tide of my mind,
my love for you
is like threads from this
bare prayer-mat, worn
thin and yet caught in
the tatters, i love like
a worn out bear, i love
until i can't think of
anything except you,
attracted like a papery
moth to the moon.
beth fwoah dream Oct 2015
i.

the quiet of the meadows
as wildflower listens to the
babbling stream,
stones washed by the silvery
water,
the sun pressing the land into ghosts.

ii.

dusk sags like a balloon
remembers a darkening sky.

iii.

it has grown late,
poetry quivers on the
windowsill,
taps nonchalantly at the door.

iv.

the clouds turn emptiness into dreams
like morning frocks billowing on a line,

the moon walks over
sings of darkness and blue smoke,

the cold starts to sink into
the crevices, conjures its ice
like brittle honeycomb.

v.

tomorrow waits like
a hungry child,
she eats our fingers
and our hands
and we let her
for we can’t bear for her to go hungry
as she carries everything of us
forward with a little push.
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