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Elaine Rohm Nov 2014
I carried life yet did not live
until, from blood and darkness came
a light that only God could give
from sacrificial flesh and pain.

For broken nights and restive days
of drifting into starry skies
hours, weeks, lifetimes I’d stay
daydreaming in your onyx eyes.

To look upon my face in prayer
with worship in your smile so pure
as if the holy land was here
in my arms forevermore.
Elaine Rohm Nov 2013
I remember you
Like the blooms of dawn remember
The color of the rising sun
A sacred waiting love
descending in rays
Eternal in passing time
Thaw dew crystals hardened in darkness
And through thundering skies
I feel your blessings
in drops of miracles, of life
And proof of the destruction  
Wrought by the deepest nurturing love.
I remember you in the hardest of times
Compassion softens devastating falls
Soothed, I swayed gently as you carried my burden
leaving the strength of the journey in my soul to wield
and sheltered beneath your hand
I remember you in happiness
My lifestream, my quickening heart.
The rose in my cheeks trying to match your dusk and dawn
But these chambers are small for the swelling of the soul
Tears are only excess love these shallow walls could not hold
As even the world and skies could not withhold the rain
And pour down love
In remembrance of your name.
#Godlove
Elaine Rohm May 2013
If I was the lucky one
if a prize was to be won
I have gambled; I have lost
I've held on far too long.

The will to live fades and I've prayed.
I carried nothing but bare hide and bones
to your shelter of cracks in truth and holes in your faith
are home.
I lose myself and become blind
there is no heart or home of mine.

To forget is to force another
wanted memory from my mind.
To remain is torture, hypocrisy,
and secrets to hide.
To concern the self with fruitless pride,
in-valiant efforts
and a waste of valued time.

Time to divulge in the depths of nothing
To accept my fate
and time to wait.
Patience is time
and time to waste, on well placed venom
while love's demise is taken in haste.

The heart begins to consume the mind.
with thoughtless sadness and
denial of passed time.
All end in a bloodless destruction
by a vile end of a weakened spine.

Bodies of virility and sensation,
eager and satiable by little; given much
a cloak of blindness on tenderness and touch,
hale weakness, to be conquered by
corresponding lust.
Elaine Rohm Dec 2011
The heat of your anger singes my soul.
These ashes are worth keeping, as they burned for you.
Take your tribute with satisfaction. In such light I am blinded of my  own existence.
Like diamonds from coal, I have awaited your  revival; beautiful, rejuvenated.
Forever doesn't seem as long as you will have me wait.
A response is like gold to me these days.... My poverty astounds me.
Elaine Rohm Dec 2011
Ten thousand miles you have ambled,
calloused soul to say the least,
and words like sand beneath your feet,
part only to give you passage,
and they will scorch you like the sun,
in silence, carry on
lest your fire come to ashes.

— The End —