Bittersweet Sadness - Hello Poetry

Jan 2017

Ma Cherie

Shadows dance through mystic memories,
days gone by in yesterday,
I close my ears to see your face love,
as not to hear sad music play,

Every note a flashed reminder,
of nights I am,
without your kiss,
a melody in melancholy,
of nights we spent in purest bliss,

If only I could see you once more,
and run my fingers,
down your shape,
if only angels could love a human,
I know you'd come help me escape,

Your sweet shadow is so elusive,
I chase it round a foolish girl,
round and round in total darkness,
I think okay another whirl,

No more tears to bait the levee,
I'm holding back a deadly flood,
I punctuate another moment,
dipping in to sacred blood,

I ask above and still no answers,
for when I might just touch your soul,
I only wish I was an angel,
you see my beauty,
is my goal,

You showed me love,
but I can't touch you
cause angels they,
are so much more,
you found a body to inhabit,
and showed me love like none before,

My veins are crying with you gone love,
as it seeps onto a page,
when I look so uninspired,
I crumple up in endless rage,

No one can love,
as I can love you,
I can only crave,
to see your face,
though I can't stand this way I feel love,

my wallowing is such disgrace.

Ma Cherie © 2017

In a period of intense creativity, I think? Anyway this is not about actual death - more about an untouchable person I love - yes he loves me, teaches me, tho were apart now - complicated is what this poem reflects? We still talk, often and visit sometimes,strictly platonic as not to confuse me more? Maybe just a bad idea altogether but I feel this is our path to follow, any sound advice might help but this is one relationship that has a mind of its own!- confused about reality...love me hate me, keep me forever or PLEASE let me go....ugh...lots of metaphors
His love is apparently my drug ;/
I think he is my muse...I'm certain of it...
the reason I continue to write, i am grateful for that - and do much more. I know muse is supposed to be female but someone who has such a beautiful mind as his understand and embodies the feminine I think? Lol idk what I'm talkin bout!
I'm trying to write out my confused mind. Love you poets ❤❤❤ been catching up!
I'll keep trying.... ; ) Endings are always full of intense, questions, memories, feelings so watch out poets LOL have a beautiful day! Please comment if you can,
my "unique voice" as he called it, idk if it sounds good?
It feels good tho! X's & O's - Ma Cherie

#love #poetry #muse #flood #introspect #creativeperiod #uniquevoice

Jan 2017

Ma Cherie

Arms Distance Away

Why do you stay arms distance away
from me,
and our dreams?

We never had any,
but I did or so it seems,

Why won't you pull me back,
I'm slipping into the dark,
I don't want to go that lonely road again,
it would just take a spark,
just to be right,
save my pride,
while I die again inside?
to save who's face?

I don't know about my own pleasure,
when I'm down on my knees,
because you're not hearing my pleas,

I am,
alone at the alter of goodbye,
yet,
again.

Ugh... ;/

#love #poetry #life #end #good #dreams #overthinking

Jan 2017

ollphéist

my tired siren song isn't enough for you

i wish i were something else

her name still rests on his lips
and i taste her when i kiss him
he tells me she's dead but
her ghost is in our bed
and i can't even **** it.

she sleeps between us,
eats at his heart

and he won't even touch me
because i am what she's not.

he tells me she's gone
but i know the harsh bark of her voice
better than i know my own song

i keep singing
and singing
and singing
hoping to cut through what's wrong
i keep singing
and singing
and he knows the words now
but he won't sing along.

no, he won't sing along.

Jan 2017

David Noonan

Sentimental boy

Taking two words to describe yourself
You just smiled "Annie Hall"
I had only seen Manhatten but somehow
Knew, knew how hard i'd fall
As for my turn
Well you just placed a finger on my lips
And then so softly whispered
Sentimental boy

That was then, as for now
Maybe the final credits have rolled
Our picturehouse now in ruins
No more screenings nor stories to be told
Like that derelict Ballroom of Romance
We visited at the edge of town
Summer nights, flagons of cider and your
Sentimental boy

Recreating it's history
By it's broken down and boarded up wall
Slow dancing in the moonlight
Stopping only to swear we'd heard a call
Rising from the paupers graveyard
Dancing silhouetted in the stars
Ghosts of dead lovers to an old fashioned tune
Sentimental boy

This town now has changed so much
But none so more than we
Yet so often on a warm summers night
By that paupers graveyard you'd still meet me
Humming some half remembered melody
Whilst wishing on the brightest star
Please oh please, won't you just let me be....

                                                                     your
                                                sentimental boy

* Rural Ireland in the 1950s/1960s offered little in entertainment or socializing, save for dance halls. These became known as Ballrooms of Romance but were little more than large sheds and most lay unused and derelict by the late 80s/90s

** In modern Ireland a flagon usually refers to a two-litre bottle of cider. Very popular for underage bush (street) drinking due to its relative low cost per quantity

*** Paupers Graveyards were a field of unmarked and unkept graves of the poor and destitute . Originating from Famine times (1844-1849) they were common sites all over the country. 150 years later the only signs that remained were often a single cross on a mound of the field

Jan 2017

destiney dawn

Love Hurts

What they say is true. Your heart truly never molds back into the sunlight it use to be. Now it's the moon.

Every little film you use to love you can't watch anymore. He ruined it for you....

Or your favorite song. He loved it too. So you never torture your ears into listening to that tune.

You can't bring up his name with out a little trickle of pain.

But
Your
Okay
It
Was
Just
The
Name
Of
The
Game.

Jan 2017

欣快

shy-heart

Daytime,
The hood of your car is warm
and I'm laying on it like feeling like
swimming in the sky, eyes kissing and
drinking in the blue so vast and azure
I just keep repeating myself, distracting myself
with the same lines, complex is kind of a side
never shown much like your make-up and dress
you did in the make-up in a hurry but you're a mess
before the date tonight

Night time,
The cotton of your shirt feels weird
on my skin when I wear it to remember you
nights I don't remember but at least I can replicate them
enough for a nice repeat, sneak out the window
watch the stars and ditch the non-existent
comfort of my broken home
and my heart is pounding at a matching beat per minute
to the jams blaring on the radio
my seductive tone falls on deaf ears anyways so
I just let the music play onwards and upwards
thinking I should go too

Jan 2017

SassyJ

Unmissed kisses

You left me with the a bid
a bigger slice of my best
a wish me well that lingers
even longer without your love

Your unformed abrubt reasons
of tainted unsainted failed logic
a wish you well, no hesitations
on the table of untouched melodies

My walls are a brighter emerlard
with stripes of the unmissed kisses
matted with peace and liberation
of torn risks and control measures

My sad blues were washed by the rains
above the moon and over skies above
scouring, soaring, scrapping, summing
in another forever of amaizing lines

Jan 2017

Gidgette

Indefinitely

As surely as the sea,
Will forever kiss the sand
And the sun,
Chases the moon
Indefinitely,
As the mountains stand
I'll forever hold your memory,
Though never,
Your hand