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Starlit whispers
woven through sunset auras
upon a moonglow butterfly’s wings,
enchant the horizon
in uttered silhouettes
cascading ‘neath quivering heavens

As fireflies dance
creating flickering constellations
on a canvas painted
in evergreen breeze promises
and magnolia longings,
effervescent dreamscapes beckon

I follow silently,
gazing into the soft light
of yellow Jasmine’s reflective forevers,
breathing in fragrances
of a beauty that can only bloom
*within your twilight smile
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I saw your eyes among the stars
     a twinkling midnight dream
even the full moon could not outshine,
       and drifting on a comet’s tail
  I chased them across the universe
           *hoping for just one more glimpse
Thank you for reading
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The day closes
behind a screen door
branded with a bread label,
yellows and blues,
blues how appropriate
as I stand here, sore feet,
tired muscles watching the shadows
play in circles on the lawn

Two cats sleep on the porch
as if this day was like all others
with cloud formations
in unrecognizable shapes,
claiming another victory
with a blade and a sun beam,
both glistening in defiant smiles

While on wings of gossamer weavings,
beyond the crested and fallen snow,
she flies like the wind,
touching me in all areas,
engulfing me with her presence,
lifting me so that my existence
is only hers, and that is how it should

I whistle a happy tune
though this happiness, this poetry
is weighing on those who read
and even those who don't
which number many more
in counted blank margins,
straight line columns of silence

Still I reach, hoping for something
which takes a back seat to the others
who prove more talent, more resolve
in crafted words spelling that relief,
poetry that breaths in the soft reflections
desired in these eyes now weary...

the day closes...
I've counted the minutes
and walked through the day
Awaiting tomorrow
when I'm on my way

Sat on a park bench
alone with the wind
Thinking that soon
my whole life will begin

Searching for reasons
the past has been lost
Paying the price now
regardless the cost

Emptied my pockets
of trinkets and trash
Spilled out the quarters,
the last of my cash

Lingered for hours
balloons in my hand
A bouquet of daisies
all part of the plan

And when the last thought
of the day it was gone
Made my way home
and I wished for the dawn

All of these questions
that my heart does ask
Trying my best
at the brink of the task

Still I am waiting
for merely a word
So that I know my
I love you was heard
I know it's dumb, I just wanted to write something.
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I watched today
as a wicked rain storm
pounded a rose bush
into the ground

Then when the sun came out,
the rose bush stood up
and bloomed like
it never had before

I wish I was a rose bush
Thank you for reading
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When’s trash pickup,
I’m tired of sitting on this curb?
I want to ease you out of the mess you've gotten into.
I want to be the one to save you from it.
I want you to not have to worry about deceit or suspicion.
I want you to snap out of your 3 year coma.

If I could end it all for you, I would be the happiest I've been in a very long time.
Your beauty is only matched by your strength to endure and your blind loyalty to a man that doesn't deserve it.
I have more respect for you than all of my friends for that.
I wish I could have that much devotion in my life, with my relations.
If only I had you.

You are so ****** unique, so ****** beautiful.
I want to end your pain, but I don't know how.
I cry for you.
I cry for the day you wake up.
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Here I am again
I stir in my bed, waking
as my thoughts instantly
become you

How did you sleep,
how do you feel,
are you smiling
and are you thinking of me too

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes,
I stumble to the kitchen,
make myself a cup of coffee
and grab my notebook

I hear thunder in the distance,
as I sit down to write
another poem I hope you will see,
but you probably won't

Words seem lost in my empty heart,
but still I write,
as if I am talking to you,
as if you can hear me

Telling you how much I love you,
in short verses filled with my affection,
truthful phrases expressing how I feel
in my best poetic way

Yes, here I am again
another dark rainy dawn,
another poem written,
another Sunday morning...missing you
Thank you for reading
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Darkness once again greets me
staring in through the windows
Morning still sleeps silently,
dreaming of the dawn
My coffee keeps me company
as I wait for my sunrise...

Not on the eastern horizon,
an orange glow shimmering
through the distant tree line,
but the one in my heart
that shines each day
when I hear from you again
Thank you for reading
I am walking on a wire,
taut and thin, slippery in places,
high above a deep ravine
searching, constantly searching

On one side I see trees,
a lush green canopy of rustling leaves,
twisted branches in full summer attire,
creating shadows of worry

On the opposite side I see rock,
a cavern of jagged cliffs and boulders,
strewn about like fallen dominoes,
broken pieces of past dreams

But on neither side do I see you

So I will continue to walk this wire,
one foot in front of the other,
maintaining my balance
until the time comes that I do

And once I see you,
no matter what side,
regardless of the peril
or how far the drop

I will fall for you
all over again
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