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It danced to different melodies
and hid behind my eyes--
But
When it tumbled out of my mouth,
The word tasted foreign,
Like a soft peach on a winters eve,
Or a sour plum on a hot summer day.
Give me your words
Sounds of comfort in need
I’m running as I heard
My name whispering through the trees
Miserable sorrowful song bird
Singing of undesirable seeds and deeds
I’m taking a wrong turn
I’m lost within these streets

Is my name drowning
For air I pray and crave
My heart is aching and pounding
To time I am a slave
I must of been unbelievably mistaken
For this path I wish not to pave
My mind has been awaken
Form the past to this present day

Give me your words
Give me your words
hybridstorm Jul 5
As I ride my bicycle,
Its wheel going a dull dum-dum-dum
on the veranda tiles.
I hearken to the straining of
the bicycle chain
and screeching o so soft when I turn the steering.
I feel as though something is changing in me.
A light cool breeze enters my chest,
expanding, releasing, expanding, releasing.
As I listen to the endless melodies of the stone tile,
I feel as though something is changing in me.
As I hear the faint yawn of the wheels,
I feel cracking, twisting, shedding,
and I realize,
the work of the bicycle and tile.

                                                                   -storm-
Change and wisdom may come from very unexpected places, it is your duty to pay attention, all senses and energies concentrated.
Mark Toney Jul 2
birdsong melodies
gentle wind caressing leaves
~ pleasing perfect pitch




© 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
7/2/2020 - Poetry form: Haiku - © 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
Beyond words — beyond feelings — beyond music; beyond, you.

Soaking into words
seemed sillier than plunging into water — the lake in the twinkling moonlight.

Beyond words — that I could imagine
the artistry in your eyes
to tell you
how wonderful — the flowers
the lush pastures
the wild greenflies
of the forest.

Beyond feelings — the untouchable kisses
of the moonlight
beaming into the pond
How spectacular?
To look at the wet lilies — lying there — it found its tranquility.

Beyond music — the harmony of the crickets
the birds' songs moaning
into the midnight
finding some nests
to have rest — beauty isn't the perfect phrase
that drives it sufficiency
to understand its hymns.

Beyond you — peering at the dear sky
the blueness of your existence
makes it heavier
to lose the sight
of the awe-struck
lips that I couldn't pick up
what you were telling.

My heart-beat echoing yours
it was beyond paint — beyond melodies
of how I wish to define the place
the feelings — the sonnets,
and you.
Never compare yourself to anyone.
You are great yourself—not greater than anyone, not better than everyone.
But better than your lying mind.
The ocean is calling—
all we did was paint
another love story untold — another beginning
that ends with,
you and me.

Another goodbye.

It was a night of April
where the sea knew every lie
you told — and I was sitting by the seashore
alone — the ocean keeps calling,
should I go with them?

It was the last week of April
where the revelations were good
like a broken record
ringing in my ears — I couldn't sing anymore.

I waited till May
but even shadows of you
couldn't be seen — even if the moon is brighter
than your smile
that I miss.

I could not calm the waves
I hummed our song — you were the missing piece
the sea is finding — where are you?

It was a fool of me
to stick around and linger
I hope for your presence
I even wish
to the falling star
I couldn't miss — wishing you'd be here.

You can tell me everything
all the secrets
all the misery
all the past and the present
I'd still listen
to your melodies
coming from your guitar — it was blacker and deeper.

That I couldn't see the ocean
I couldn't hear its call — where are you?
The summer is almost over.

The ocean is calling me —
into the wide and dark
mystery — I am falling in its trap,
will you not come and save me?

The ocean — the moon — the starry night — it was all I remember.

May — I painted this last piece
I looked around — and saw you
looking at the painting.

I smiled,
it was the last memory — I even laugh
the ocean is calling me,
to wake up.

To wake up
wake up.
Wake
Up.
Here ya go, pt. 2.
Read first the pt. 1 to understand.
We were lying
by the seashore — where the ocean
is calling me.

I leaned towards your way
all I can look at was
stardust in your eyes —
even words couldn't justify.

Love — was here beside me
hanging for another rising;
the night is luminous
the ocean is whistling.

Waves — soothing sound
that creates melodies — I hummed
and you strummed your guitar.

“The moon is fascinating.”
You said — I laughed,
your eyes twinkled
like sparks upon sparks
and I called you,
love.

We were both giggling
the echo of it was lulling — the pieces I am finding
at last,
it was now beside me.

“You know, I will always bring you here.”
You told,
like you were so certain — it secured my wall
like it will never fall.

So, I was stuck with a smile — it was a fresh March
and our affection was like summer
it never ends until spring.
It was a long poem that I had to make a part 1&2.
A poem that can make us realize a lot of things.
Peyton L Feb 26
My love for you just can't
be put into words.
Words are just letters
scrambling to fall into place
to tell a story
but your laugh is already
an adventure through
galaxies undiscovered.
Your eyes are oceans
filled with treasures
from years of shipwrecks
and heartache.
Your heart, pounding
120 beats per minute:
we slowly edge closer,
our hands tingling as we touch
and the energy courses through us,
sing melodies in a language
only we know.
Words are just letters
trying to become
something beautiful
but you are already
more beautiful
than any letter could have hoped
to be.
for The Girl
JustMK Feb 22
My tongue and my heart have betrayed me.
And though I curse
these wondering and doubts,
I do not regret
saying those simple words.

We lay together in bed,
and while I showed you all my scars,
you counted all the things
you loved about me
on the tips of your fingers.
You moved closer-
close enough to hear the hammering
of my hopeless heart.

Your elbow brushed mine.
          and I allowed myself to remain within reach.
Close by, where your still-damp hair
begged for my fingers to caress,
reach out - tenderly touch.
It would have been so easy
to weave my fingers through yours
or to rest my head on your shoulder.
But my mind wouldn't leave me
and before I caught them;
my words had betrayed me.

"I really like you"
slipped out somewhere in the dark
and the echo returned to me.
You threw your arm over me then,
pulled me close enough
to breathe the smell of rain and earth
you carry like a perfume.

You let me let you hold me
until we could bear it no more.
And I fell asleep listening
to the rhythm of your breathing
singing sweet songs in the dark.
So, I didn't wait until valentines day, and like the fool I am, I blurted it out at midnight. And surprisingly she felt the same. But that was three weeks ago...
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