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Colm Jul 2020
Humming by the rivers run
My feet at a loss for words most forward
Nothing is left in the wake of everything
And I’m certainly not bored
But stop
And by the meadow besideme you may see
Like water or breath
Like droplets of sunlight behind concrete cold
Or faith and love and homeruns high
I need this time like the trees need the sky
And in not knowing I
Find that I cannot breathe in this sort of life
Mushroompoetry Jul 2020
Yesterday I went out of the city
To where the nature lives.
Where silence still exists,
And dogs run free.

In this place full of foreign life.
Me; a mere stranger trying to fit in.
I lay myself in the unmown grass,
reaching till my chin.

Feelings of a mountain range.
Free, strong, wide, calm.
A courageous beetle scouting my slopes,
A fly landing in my palm.

There are so many places to wander to,
So many countries to undress.
But  I would always go back
To being a mountain range in the grass.
Enjoy the small things
kathryntheperson Jun 2020
I watch the time come and go
each tock on the clock
my heart sinks deep
like a rock in the river
I poke at my dinner
like a dead rat on the street
and then I retreat to my room
feeling sappy and sorry
and for this I don’t know
I’m supposed to be peachy
but my heart is greedy
a feeling I wish I could outgrow
my mind is somewhere else
it’s by the creek running around
just feet on the grass, on the dirt, in a tree
but I’m here
not in the somewhere I want to be.
Carlo C Gomez May 2020
The well dug deep
She is one to forever keep

She dances naked for me
In the coin fountain
She wears **** boots
On the balcony
Amid raindrops
And not a stitch more
For the hyperbole

It's the perfect dividing
Of night and day
This well of ours
From which we play
In the 1880s a former sailor named John Frazier dug a well in the area of Carlsbad, California. The water was discovered to be chemically similar to that found in some of the most renowned spas in the world, and the town was named after the famed spa in the Bohemian town of Karlsbad. It is now a favorite vacation spot.
Angelina May 2020
I'm not sure if my heart is still in there somewhere
Or if maybe it's vacationing.

It would be nice to get a postcard.
Kelsey Apr 2020
I wish
I could just take a break
Without
An end date.
Always think about when my time to myself will be over. I wish there was no end date.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
If You Come to San Miguel
by Michael R. Burch

If you come to San Miguel
before the orchids fall,
we might stroll through lengthening shadows
those deserted streets
where love first bloomed ...

You might buy the same cheap musk
from that mud-spattered stall
where with furtive eyes the vendor
watched his fragrant wares
perfume your ******* ...

Where lean men mend tattered nets,
disgruntled sea gulls chide;
we might find that cafetucho
where through grimy panes
sunset implodes ...

Where tall cranes spin canvassed loads,
the strange anhingas glide.
Green brine laps splintered moorings,
rusted iron chains grind,
weighed and anchored in the past,

held fast by luminescent tides ...
Should you come to San Miguel?
Let love decide.

Published by Romantics Quarterly, Poetry Life & Times and Muddy River Poetry Review. Keywords/Tags: San Miguel, vacation, summer, love, affair, cafe, cafetucho, anhingas, cranes, sea, tides, bay, moorings, green, brine
Nicholas Feb 2020
I see you’re feeling
pressed,
maybe you need some
rest
and you’ll be back at your
best.

You can always be my
guest
as long as you feel
stressed,
just come and head out
west.

It’s time that you
digest
what’s made you so
distressed.
Sumedh Feb 2020
Gleam of sunshine strikes,
Your face I see, narrowing my eyes,
Another beautiful dream?, I ask myself,
That warm fuzzy feeling in your lap as I lay,
I still remember that day.

Filter coffee, scrambled eggs n bread,
Sip by sip I gaze you, see you blushing red,
Your eyes signal me "hurry up, we gotta leave"!
I smile, I promise I won't be the one to delay,
I still remember that day.

Out we set, crossing unparallel roads,
With every milestone something new unfolds,
Passing trees, passing peaks, you suddenly point your finger,
You say "look! the horizon, at last we've reached the bay",
I still remember that day.

The grains of sand, drifting beneath our feet,
Your hands in mine, this azure sea, I feel complete,
We snorkel, we ride, we surf over the tide,
Walking the boardwalk under the sunset, we espy the dolphins play,
I still remember that day.

Further down the street, we stumble upon a nun,
She points the way to her church, to the north, the white one,
In the twilight sky, bells ringing high, you sing hymns,
With reflected candlelight in your serene eyes, I watch you pray,
I still remember that day.

Now we had been out all day, we were ravenous,
Entering a bar, on cloud nine our happiness,
Shots after shots, we crush everyone at the game of darts,
For us champions, next rounds were on the house we didn't pay,
I still remember that day.

Today after 25 years, you're going through our album,
Your sudden grin, the reason I can't fathom,
You walk up to me briskly, show me an old photo of us both,
And before you ask, I read you this poem and at the end, I say,
"Yes my love, I still remember that day".
A beautiful story from one of those days that we never forget, that are worth remembering forever.
The poem starts with the day and gradually ends towards the night but what lies inside it can only be comprehended by reading it ;)
JT Nelson Feb 2020
End of vacation
Say goodbye to the lake
Under August sun
And August trees
And August sky
Last waves lapping
On the rough rip rap rocks

Station wagon loaded and running
Trailered boat tagging along
Motor lifted and tilted
Asleep until next summer

A holler from brother
"Time to go!"
One last look out at the
plane of blue shining and winking
Then down to my knees
And take a scoop

Oh, if I can only carry
This water home
Start my own lake
My vacation would never end...
This my foolish dream

By the time I got
To my awaiting seat
I only had
A damp hand
But memories that still
Fill the lake in my heart.
A distinct memory from about 40 years ago. Me making one last effort to sustain the vacation as long as I could.
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