Liquid Love - Hello Poetry

Jan 2018

in the silence
of night….when I’m all alone,
I can hear whispers
calling from home.

every “I Love You”
that has ever been said,
fills my heart with light
through my soul, it spreads.

Wrapping me in peaceful love
holding me gently, but tight,
letting me always know
I’m never alone through the night.

in the silence
of night…..when I’m all alone,
I can hear whispers of love
calling to me, from home.
~

Dec 2017

Brianna Love -aka Stormy Angel

“We sing together” A Poetry Weave Between Wordvango And Brianna Love

✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿

where the most importance resides on
the meadow
rise
in apparent
glaring
I saw
her eyes.

from the first moment I met him
I knew we sang the same song,
I watched from a distance
with loving eyes
staying his friend
all along

took several decades and wrong turns where
until I found that there
her being life
an angel you might call
her, yet flesh and blood,
and heart
and soul  so much
in tune with my
song.

I loved him    from afar
his caring heart, his loving soul
I kept a distance but, stayed near
giving love, encouragement, and hope
when I could sense his fear.

my lungs called her name for many years
sang out searching for her eyes
and did not know she had been
answering
all the time
along
in
away
I refused to hear.

I always heard his song
I sang back
never loud enough to be heard
and in my heart I would long.
I’d step back many times
but
his song
would always draw me near,
I knew then that I would sing
until the combined melodies
he would hear.
Then one night melodies sang
calling song
answering
calling song….

And now,
like newness and hope and heaven
we sing together!

                      ✿ڿڰڿ♥♥ڿڰڿ✿

#love #heart #soul #song #time #together

Dec 2017

Joliejoliesara

stones

thrown to the depths of my heart,
im sorry...

im sorry i couldn't find your morning kisses
from droopy eyes and tangled hands in the ocean of white sheets

im sorry i will never know what you're afraid of
what you value most in this world and bring it to you
the reasons why you love and the reasons why you hate

i can't recreate your kisses
and thats putting nails all over my skin and bleeding out slowly
i can't touch you anymore
and thats burning my hands to ashes

i cant put them back together, ash doesn't like the new structure

you wait for the right one and when the right one shows up you feel the need to run. Forrest cant beat me, i got him.

Dec 2017

beth fwoah dream

morning

it is morning and
love hides in the bed
linen where
still-sleepy arms
and legs start to awake.

the scent of rose
on the pillow,
the scent of love
blossoming with
a kiss beneath the sheets,
honey limbs
roused in the sunshine.

late november and
the leaves fall,
spiralling to the
floor, browns and
golds, sinking,
earth bound
in the crisp morning
air.

sunshine
pouring through
the window,
a thin sun
stretches out,
the grey-eyed winter
waits like our
kisses, sweet as
cherry, sweet as our
yearning lips.

#loving #you