Melancholy sighs - Hello Poetry

Feb 2016

Denel Kessler

He loves
with rapt attention
his nearest neighbor
an unattainable beauty
a temptress
veiled in aquamarine
and evergreen
she has forever been
his only muse

he reaches
invisible fingers
across the void
seeking warm earth
against the bone
chilling blackness
for he cannot
turn to face
the sun

she is breathless
beneath his fullness
her every landscape
willingly unfurls
his forceful touch
swings her tide
from crest to ebb
she can only spin
in ecstacy

she memorizes
each scar
on his luminous skin
for she is wise
to his lunar ways
love that borrows light
to show its face
is surely meant
to wane

#love #moon #earth

Feb 2016

Nicole

Season's Sadness

I take in the cool winter air,
Trying to stop the rivers
from being carved into my face.
The air crystallizes in my throat
Making it harder to breathe.
Nothing reaches my lungs.
I gasp out.
The pain in my heart
worsening ten times over,
turning to cold split stone.
It's crumbling.
and the breathes no longer
keep the tears away.
I kneel,
wails making their way out from my soul.

Feb 2016

Strawberry Aster

Sweet Valentine

My sweet Valentine --
loved me wild
and loved me
recklessly;

took my
happy fragile heart;
and held it
really high;

dropped it --
like china;
admiring the glitter of my --
now shattered, scattered heart~

#love #sad #sweet #bitter #valentine #micropoetry

Feb 2016

Zuko

If I had one wish

To forget.
To forget the scent you left hidden in the threads of my clothing.
To forget the jolt of electricity that paved it's way down my spine each time your gaze caught mine.
The ecstasy I felt when our fingers intertwined and the pinky promises we swore we'd cherish forever.
I'd wish to forget the constellation of freckles spread across your cheeks.
I would wish to forget how to love and how it feels to have my heart shattered into tiny fragments of glass.
If I met a genie in a lamp I'd ask him to erase my memory... To make me forget. That is my one wish.

Feb 2016

Little Bear

The butterfly effect.

My hair is made of gossamer
my eyes are of dew drops
my lips are just a wisp of wind
my throat dandelion clocks.

My skin the early morning mist
my blush made of rose petals
my bones are made of porcelain
my feet the snow that settles.

My body is made of tissue
my heart is just a sound
my mind just a forgotten thought
of silk tread they all are bound.

My dreams are made invisible
my tears the evening rain
my fears now silently approach
laying ruin to me again.

So delicate and fragile
the wings of a butterfly
could scatter me entirely
unto the ether I will fly.

Some people are emotionally
more delicate than you might know.
Be careful with your words
and use them wisely.
They can be used to build up
or so easily to tear down.
They hold much more power
than you may realise.
Words ill used can stay
with someone forever.
Hitting harder than any physical blow
and leaving scars that may never heal.

re-posted from my previous account.

Feb 2016

neko-nae

fog

she's confused--

the veil wrapped
so tightly over
her eyes she
starts to choke
in the midst of
a gathering--

is it really so easy?

mostly beneath the
surface, the iceberg
is seemingly small
and yet continues
for hours, deep
beneath the realms
of possibility--

sighs and tender touches never hurt before

she's just trying
to mend the hurt
while inflicting
more with
every breath--

(02.09.2016)

#fog

Feb 2016

susan

secluded

so many people in this world
   yet, i feel alone
i've got many numbers
in my book
   yet, i've no one to call
reflecting on photos
from the past
i see happy, smiling faces
   but today
     i struggle to force a smile
lives are cascading
swinging into balance
  a hug is met
    eyes reflect the joy
that is felt
   there's laughter
     glasses clinking
       a kiss on the cheek
         a pat on the back
but i am left
a lonely outsider
looking into
and longing for
that circle of
camaraderie.

a lonely day

Feb 2016

traces of being

Surviving the storm

feral as the untamed passion
of the soul

Unrestrained murmurs
seep out into ether vastness
pleas of an abandoned heart
A howling silence bears a merciless ache
heedless to the rampant storm

This silent reverie --
but muted amends.
For in shameless longing,
the furor a deserted heart,
thrums onward, unrequited,
wafting in the wind song’s serendipity
Wild as the winged wanton breeze

Oh chilling winter winds of change !
Come lay me down ;
as if I were the windblown
golden fields of summer

down to the ground … down to the ground

                                                       cast aside some unnoticed countryside

Smugly indifferent,
restless to rise up untouched,
where seeds  of  wild hope
once thrived

defy gravity
in the wind swept  aftermath

a thwarted sweet surrender

© *wild is the wind

#heart #soul #newbie #survivor #wilder

Feb 2016

traces of being

to be held in breathless warmth

.
mourning dove coos echo
across dawn’s dappled silence--

only these quiet pauses of breath
hush the dew droplets passive trickle

poignant traces of a solacing gravity
seep down through fogged portals,
cascading earthward from above

a symphony of pining pleas
from dew impearled wild feathers

a simple prayer of hope--

          to be held
in breathless warmth,

          in the amity                                                                               .
of compassionate comfort,

       nestled intimately

beneath another’s assuaging wing

©  *wild is the wind

#passion #nature #longing #warmth #intimacy

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